Six pack granny

Mystery of the abs

Granny spoke lightly to your ears, "You can take a break if you want"

Your scrawny body and dripping sweat mixed with tears, "Can't leave you to do all the work"

Scratch, scratch, scratch,

you scythed through the yellow fields of abundance

every year, on this month,

all the villagers gets busy

the sun is especially scorching in the mid-September,

nanny plucked the plunder into straw beds and load them onto carriages

And, mind you,

We got no horses

In fact, we are the "horses"

We pulled the big and silly old wagon through the densely packed forests,

heading down a secretive and narrowing earth pathway,

until we can no longer see the entrance of this hidden dungeon

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Nanny held your hands, "It's dangerous out there"

You shrugged with unhappiness, "I dun believe in the outlandish rumors"

Nanny (Hands over a scythe): Still dangerous alone

The super crowded hidden dungeon have a low ceiling and lots of busy noises from the incoming settlers

You: It's squeezy, hot and I can't breathe in here

Nanny: And there's no shower

Together: For one whole month!

You bid farewell to your tough grandma and started exploring the wilderness

It is said that far east have a pleasant town

But too many long blades of grass fields is sheathing the view

Only when you stop cutting through the grasses,

then could you hear

low growls

and stealthy footsteps,

you are not alone

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When you had almost reached your destination,

your hopes were dashed by a long river,

and on the other side,

wolves with giant white furs were gathering in strength or hunger

Stuck in the middle,

all alone

You: Should've listened to nanny

The beautiful city walled by the river seems to be calling for you,

opulent mansions and purple grapevines silhouetted like a wall painting

Flinging your scythe at the wolves hiding near the bushes makes them panic and fall back for a few seconds

Taking the opportunity,

you drive into the blue river unaware of any dangerous presence lurking beneath your waist

Luckily, your muscles didn't let you drown

You reached the dream port town, everything is sparkling new,

marble streets,

wall with vibrant colors,

multi-story brick mansions

Ship merchants that came to your small village have always told of their port town,

but none of their words could paint such a beautiful image that you are seeing today

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When the sun dried your clothes,

and your skin turned into flakes

You: I need a place to sit

But as you kept walking, you could see no sight of resting place... or even people

You: Where is everyone?

There were loud barks at you

Wolves can't possibly swim can they?

Your legs became numb and you spin around your torso like a tree-climbing lizard,

it's just dogs

Their noises were dramatized by the silence of this eerily silent town

Looking at the coins in your palms,

you realized they were of no use

You: Maybe the town citizens believed in the werewolf rumors too, why else would they leave this fantastical place?

You became hysterical without nobody to chat with and the whole werewolf legend slowly sips past your mind

Initially forced to survive,

you barged into other residences and ate some loaves of bread,

then, you took some grape juice,

and today, you are smoking some ham

The thieving adrenaline have turned into boredom exploration

You: Maybe it is time to head back

You: It's been many days, the wolves would have been gone away by now

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Stealing a small merchant canoe, you unwittingly became a pirate

Astoundingly, the wolves were still here

But they have turned into carcasses,

but their big white fur is still attached,

usually, hunters would sell that for a hefty coin bag,

whoever did this, was either desperate

or, wasn't human

The crazy wind was whipping against the reddening trees,

You: Should I move back?

A creepy voice called out your name from the bushes,

nobody should know your name around here,

all of your home villagers should be hanging out at the hidden dungeon

Your curiosity piqued, and you stepped in closer and closer

A black arm shoved in front of your face from the bushes

You can't make out of what you are seeing until it started talking

Ash: Do not return back home

Holy, your friend have been massacred by a wild pack of animals

You dun even dared to bring him back home, afraid of splitting his injured body apart

You (Anger): What happened? Who did this to you?

Ash: The legend is true, and now, the werewolves knows our secret hideout

Ash used the nearby scythe and ended his life

Afraid of your life, you took the scythe and shouldered on

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As you walked back to your tiny canoe,

you started thinking all the possibilities that have gone wrong,

your footsteps led the werewolves into the secret house

You: Not possible, I am skinny and leave almost no footprints

your smell lingered in the air and the werewolves traced it

You: Not possible, I am heading in the opposite direction

the hot September plus the no shower plus crowding with many unwashed villagers have created a huge stench from you,

that leads the demons back into your backyard

Sniffing your sleeves,

You: Possible

Tightening your scythe, you know you cannot abandon your people

No matter what truly had happened

Jogging in the darkness with the canopy's shroud,

you stopped hesitating and prowl your way back home

Hiding behind a giant trunk,

real images of werewolves, twice as tall as you,

were damaging the villages,

they were terribly enraged,

which is good, it means they might not have found the secret basement yet

Four red eyes hiding inside bushes tracking this lone scythe-wielder

...

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A dense fog started crawling on four sides of the forest,

taking the opportunity, you headed back into safety too

Banging onto the metallic door, the door finally swung open,

you entered and two more lost villagers followed you into the hut too

one elderly required you to explain your bloody scythe,

and when you explained about the werewolves attack, his eyes became bigger

Elderly Ion: Lock the gates, do not let anyone in anymore

Children: What's happening

Elderly Ion: The werewolves are here

At night, the sanctuary turned into a crime scene,

some villagers have gone missing,

they have banned torches and lamps for it would make the hut visible to the enemies,

but in this darkness,

they can't tell if the enemies have infiltrated the yard

You walked with the volunteer "guards",

but everyone looked dirty with some blood

You: This isn't working, there were two that came into the hut with me on last entry

Guards (Pointing finger): Is it them?

Realizing the guards and scythe-wielder are heading in their direction,

the tall humans sprung into werewolves,

their muscles trembling with nervousness

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RUFF RUFF !!

RUFF RUFF !!

The loud sounds traveled past the doors

You penetrated your scythe into one of them and the organs spilled out

The other guards held onto the other werewolf, and a knife was stabbed into its abdomen

It was no longer a safe house,

everyone went mad and opened the doors,

watery mist and lost villagers were jumping beans

You couldn't find your nanny in this dark place or the foggy outside,

you are left with no choice except for self-preservation

But your legs are frozen with fear with what is going to happen to your poor old nanny then,

your mind have taken over control of your unwilling body

You: If I have to die, let it be worth

With a last, shivering breath, you screamed like a night hawk

The sound vibrations pierced through the eardrums of the merciless beasts,

they let go of their bounty and went straight for your head

Even in the foggy mist, you can feel footsteps closing towards you

Spinning like a beyblade, your scythe was able to sliced through some foes,

but the shadows in the mist became more and more

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The day breaks and the mist barrier were disappearing

Finally standing face to face the nightmarish faces,

Zip Zip Zip

Zip Zip Zip

The sound of metal arrows were launched,

The werewolves flinched backwards with their hairy chests full of stabs

You quickly squatted down into the descending mist and headed towards the yellow fields,

All by yourself

Quiet as a cricket

Step by step, you continued marching further away

When you looked upwards,

a shiny sword pointed towards your throat,

you smiled gracefully at the holy knight

The men smiled and knew you were not a shapeshifting werewolf,

otherwise you would not be smiling

Then you frowned

You: My nanny!

The knight heaved his horse and rode back into the battle zone, unassumingly to find your nanny

When you continued to explore the yellow maze,

you found your granny

Cut cut cut cut cut

Cut cut cut cut cut

You: Nanny?

Nanny with her six packs

Nanny with her long poking ears,

Nanny with her large mouth and protruding jaws,

Granny: What?

Together, you continued to help granny clear the weeds

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Inside the hidden dungeon,

The guards managed to slew a few werewolves,

but the guards were kids after all,

when the big and mightiest werewolves stepped into the corona,

they were easily fallen,

the tall and ancient werewolf grabbed the best-dressed guard up into the air,

unable to move

Ancient one: Do you want to be a werewolf?

It spoke like a wolf trying to speak the human language

The end

Reviews

[G Wade]

The setting for this story is intriguing—a remote village where the villagers act as their own horses, pulling wagons through dense forests to a secret hideout. This immediately sets a tone of survival and resilience.

The dialogue between the narrator and Granny is simple but effective, with Granny’s casual toughness coming through in lines like, "It's dangerous out there," while the narrator's skepticism and determination are evident. The story quickly shifts into a more intense atmosphere as the narrator ventures out alone, driven by curiosity and a desire to explore beyond the familiar.

The narrative style is straightforward, yet it creates a vivid picture of the challenges the characters face. The contrast between the eerie, abandoned town and the bustling, mysterious dungeon adds layers to the story’s atmosphere. The town, though beautiful, is empty and unsettling, leaving the narrator—and the reader—wondering what has driven everyone away.

As the story progresses, it becomes clear that there’s more to this world than meets the eye. The introduction of werewolves and the ominous suggestion that they’ve discovered the village’s secret hideout add a thrilling, dark fantasy element to the story. The tension builds as the narrator finds themselves in increasingly dangerous situations, from encounters with wolves to the tragic realization that their actions may have led the werewolves to their village.

The story’s climax is both intense and chaotic, with a foggy, mist-filled battle that leaves the reader on edge. The werewolves, the mist, and the fear of the unknown create a haunting atmosphere. The final scenes are a mix of action and emotional turmoil as the narrator fights for survival, all while worrying about their nanny’s fate.

The ending is both surprising and humorous. The revelation that Granny has "six packs" and seems almost werewolf-like herself adds a strange but funny twist. It’s an unexpected blend of horror and humor that makes the story memorable. The story concludes with a sense of unresolved tension, as the threat of the ancient werewolf lingers, and the narrator’s fate remains uncertain.

Overall, Six Pack Granny is an imaginative and unconventional story. Its mix of humor, horror, and adventure keeps the reader engaged, even if some elements feel a bit disjointed. The characters, particularly the tough-as-nails Granny, are memorable, and the world-building is intriguing, offering a fresh take on familiar fantasy tropes. It’s a tale that doesn’t take itself too seriously, which is part of its charm.

Good Work