Ladies and gentleman: the loosestrife. A nice enough looking plant, member of the lythrum family, and found growing wild in most continents. However, consider its darker side: it can grow taller than Carmello Anthony, cluster in colonies up to eight feet wide, and its fruit is also called a “capsule.” Does this sound at all like something out of sci-fi? Oh, we forgot to mention: they can resist drought.
Here you go. A plant bigger than a man, that doesn’t need water.
Please write a short paragraph as though you were Stephen King, and cast “loosestrife” as you please.
I can’t even speak. I’m too overcome with fear.
My girlfriend loves going to the flower boutique. Me, I’m not a fan of flowers because I’m allergic to them. One sniff of pollen, it clogs up my lungs. Luckily but yet sadly she told me to get your medicated pills from the pharmacy. At the boutique looking around at the flowers, I’m putting on a fake act as if I’m enjoying my day with my baby but not really. “Oh my god bae… bae look at these flowers”. Turned around and saw a crop like group of tall purple flowers. So intimidated by the fact it was taller than me. I’m 6’3 but these flowers were maybe over 8 fight tall. It seem like something straight out of a sci-fi genre. So my girlfriend asked one of the workers for the name of these flowers. The worker said its called the “Loosestrife” . Now I asked where are the rest of the flowers to the worker. They said you have to walk through the” Loosestrife”
…so I pretended to walk ahead–just a few paces for show–then quickly turned to go–but it was already too late. Some kind of tendril grabbed me; it pulled me back into the shop. A capsule entered my bloodstream–don’t ask me how. Suddenly, I fainted, and everything turned black…
“Marie wake up dear it’s time feed loosetrife!”, says the mother.
“Mom please don’t make me feed loosestrife it hurts me every time!” Marie cries out from her bed.
The mother screams, “Young lady if you don’t go feed loosestrife I’ll beat you!! I swear I’ll beat you!”
Slowly walking out of her room Marie slowly approaches the attic.
The mother yells, “MARIE you know what happens if you don’t feed loosestrife!!”
“I know mom but why me? Why your own daughter!?” Marie yells back.
The mother walks up stairs from the kitchen listen Marie you know only you can do it your little brother can’t he is a boy. I’m sorry you have to do this.”
Marie opens the door on the ceiling of the house and walks up…
Laughter comes from the far corner of the attic
“HA HA HA!!, Hi Marie how are you feeling today?”
Marie stands still doesn’t speak a word
“Hey now don’t be rude Marie. ANSWER me when I’m talking to you!!!” Loosestrife yells with anger.
“ I…I…I’m sorry Hi mister loose strife, what can I do for you today.” Marie shakes in clothes as loosestrife approaches her.
“You know what you can do for me feed me Marie give me what I want!!! Little girl!” Loosestrife grabs Marie by the arm and pulls her into the corner, into the black hole that consumes the attic
“AAAHHHH PLEASE NO PLEASE DONT TOUCH ME LIKE THAT!!!! AAHHHHH!!!!”
Screaming continues as the mother holds a wine glass in her hands
“Everything will be fine he is just playing with her…”
As tears fall from her eyes, what can she do now nothing. She has surrendered her little girl to that monster