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leaned over the desk. I pulled off the cap on
the pen and lowered the point to the paper.
    “THE—”
    I wrote one word—and felt something hot and wet slap against the side of my
face.
    The fat purple tongue slid against me.
    “Ow!” I cried out. And dropped the pen.
    My hand shot up to my cheek, and I felt hot, sticky slime.
    My stomach heaved.
    The tongue curled around the old pen. And carried it to the Blob Monster’s
mouth.
    “Noooo!” Alex and I shrieked together.
    The creature sucked the pen into its open belly, and began its digesting
gurgles.
    “Now what?” Alex asked in a whisper. “What can we do? It’s going to eat us next!”
    I jumped to my feet. The desk chair toppled over.
    I stepped away from it, my eyes on the doorway. “Make a run for it!” I cried.
    Alex held back. “We can’t,” she sighed. “That thing—it’s blocking the way.
We’ll never get past it.”
    She was right. The Blob Monster would stick out its tongue and pull us easily
into its drooling mouth.
    “Try the window!” I cried desperately.
    We both turned to the window.
    No way. It was bolted shut because of the air conditioner.
    “Doomed,” Alex whispered. “Doomed.”
    We both turned back to the throbbing, pink monster.
    And then I had one more idea.
    “Alex—remember when Adam typed something on my story? And it didn’t come
true?”
    She nodded, keeping her eyes on the gurgling Blob Monster. “Yes, I remember.
But so what?”
    “Well,” I continued, “maybe that’s because it’s me that has the power.
Maybe the power isn’t in the typewriter or the pen. Maybe I got the power that
night in that antique shop when I was zapped by that electrical shock.”
    Alex swallowed hard. “Maybe…”
    “Maybe it’s been in me the whole time!” I cried excitedly. “All I have
to do is think what I want to happen—and it will come true. I don’t
have to type it or write it. I just have to think it!”
    “Maybe…” Alex repeated.
    She started to say something else. But the Blob suddenly bounced forward,
squishing over the rug. And its tongue rolled out toward us.
    “Ohhhh…” Alex backed up against the wall.
    The fat tongue licked her arm. It left a thick smear of sticky drool on her
skin.
    “Think fast, Zackie!” Alex cried.
    The tongue curled and started to wrap itself around Alex.
    “Make it disappear!” Alex pleaded. “Think! Think it away!”
    I froze in horror as the fat tongue wrapped around Alex. It lifted her off
the floor.
    Screaming, she thrashed her arms and kicked. Squirming frantically, she
wrapped her hands around the sticky tongue—and shoved with all her strength.
    But the disgusting tongue squeezed tighter, held her in its slimy grip.
    I shut my eyes.
    Think! I instructed myself. Think hard!
    Think that the Blob Monster is gone.
    Gone… gone… gone.
    I held my breath. And thought with all my might.
    Would it work?

 
 
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    The monster is gone.
    That’s what I thought.
    The monster is gone… gone… gone…
    I silently chanted the word, over and over. Then I opened my eyes.
    And the Blob Monster was gone!
    Alex stood in the center of the floor, a dazed expression on her face. “It…
it worked,” she choked out.
    I do have the power! I realized.
    I closed my eyes again and started to think. Adam is back, I thought.
    Adam is back…
    I opened my eyes—and Adam stood beside Alex.
    He blinked several times, then squinted at me. “What’s happening?” he asked.
    “I have it!” I cried happily. “I have the power—not the typewriter!”
    “What are you talking about?” Adam demanded. “What power?”
    I shook my head. “You wouldn’t understand,” I told him.
    Alex started to laugh.
    Before I realized it, I was laughing too.
    Joyful laughter. Relieved laughter.
    All three of us stood there, laughing, laughing, laughing—laughing happily
ever after.

 
 
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    “Well? Did you like my story?”
    The pink Blob Monster neatened the pages he had just