tales of gremlins
The gremlins stormed the gallery, unholstered their squirtycream cans and set about creating their own unique brand of art.
Maligna and Pistena stood outside by the dustbins, having a fag and discussing their husbands.
A gremlin stood on a bridge, looking over the rail into the deep, inviting water below.
The gremlins sat round the small portable TV, which they had stolen from the house of Eric Marmalade, the geography teacher, arguing over what to watch.
The gremlin rubbed his horrible, slimy, sweaty body all over the greasy, filthy carpet.
'Yippee!' said the trio of gremlins, as they hopped from bench to bench down the centre of the High Street
'O joyous joy,' said the gremlin (who was called Midge) to his friend (who was called Franco), as they picked bits of chewed nuts from between their teeth and flicked them at the humans waiting for the train below.