Monsters’ Ball: The Week’s Best Comments

Much like Paper Street Soap’s original post, I wasn’t sure when I would get an opportunity or the proper forum to post this.

So I hope you enjoy it. If you don’t, you can just DEAL WITH IT!

Thanks to Papes for an incredible picture that served as the inspiration and structure of this picture.

Happy Holidays Monsters!

Aloof, detached, distant, Bjork

Of course, Susan was overjoyed to have Frank home again.The two years he had spend oversees had been almost unbearable.With no children in the house, Susan would often sit for hours listening to the ticking grandfather clock, wanting so desperately to know where he was, if he was unharmed.Friends would come by on Saturdays, equipped with half-smiles and covered dishes, assuring her that he would be home soon.She would nod and say that she knew, but that was a great lie.Strangely, laundry became almost torturous, for there were no shirts to iron.

But now he was home and the house was different because of his return.There was his weight on the floor, his smell in the bed.Still, Susan could sense he was different somehow.War had changed him.When she asked him any question about the past two years, his voice became distorted like a weak radio signal and he physically wilted.He told her everything was fine, but that was a greater lie.

Also, there was the whole thing where he refused to take off the spiderman mask.