The Iron Man by Neil (creative writing)

The Iron Man.
He came from nowhere. His head. It would have broken the record for the world’s biggest basketball if it had not been mounted on that silvery tin can.
His ears. As sharp as swords in the still, silent night.
His nose. Like a nose ring, without the nose.
His eyes. So Lifelike. Exactly like a pair of human eyes. Except huge.
His mouth. Like a huge semi-circle girder, made up with bolts, stuck on with paste.
But that was just his head.
His body was incredible, or let’s say invincible. It was an iron tin can illuminated in the dark night.
His arms. Like strong steel pipes destroying everything in the Iron Man’s path.
And his legs. Short and stubby. They looked out of place on the terrifying Iron Man.
He had a guitar for some strange reason.
No one knows why.
We don’t know anything about him
At that point he was just a monster. Just a monster. Posing as a giant threat to Earth.
Something that could destroy the world.