Monster Creative Writing

Now far enough away from the night club opening, Jessie could hear the distinct sound of a woman screaming. The heart wrenching sound made her stop mid step. Cold terror washed over her as she neared the corner of the alley and peered around it. There were distinct shapes - someone on the ground writhing in pain, one cowering against the wall, and three that approached her. She heard the poor woman crying out for help and saw one of the advancing shadows reach a hand up to strike her across the face. Nausea broiled in the put of her stomach and Jessie took a cautious step in. For a moment she weighed her options - trying to decide what to do. Did she fight or did she fly? Whatever - or rather whoever she thought she saw obviously wasn't real. There was no Superman. But this woman still needed help. Jessie clung to her phone as though it was a bludgeoning weapon and dialed 911. She took a step forward - about to call out to the attackers - when another shadow landed in front of her.

Crossing the train yard Jack struggled with the weight of the duffle bag. Who knew 2.5 million dollars, would weigh so much. Dragging the bag over the last set of tracks he heard a train whistle and saw the glaring light of a train approaching. Pulling hard, he stepped backwards and tripped wedging his foot between the main rail and a switching rail. His foot wouldn't budge, purely on adrenaline he lifted the bag up off the tracks and tossed it back over his head. The train, was closing fast, it's headlight flooding the rails as Jack used both hands frantically trying to pull his foot loose from his shoe. Blaring it's horn and rumbling closer, less than a hundred yards away, the engineer locked up it's hydraulic brakes, squealing and screeching, high-pitched and deafening as sparks rooster tailed

he jungle gave way to the lithe figure, running and jumping through the alien thicket, dodging and turning in her way to the familiar site. Even at such speed, probably with more reason, her eyes were watchful, alert. The low plants with the wide leaves and blue spots were harmless and edible, a brush with the tall red sprigs of the reeds in humid areas caused a fever. In the daylight such things were easy to distinguish even in a hurry, but it also meant that she had to be careful with the predators like the one chasing her.

At 11.26pm a girl with sleek straight hair walked along the middle of a deserted street, the sharp heels of her shoes making a muted click every time they hit the damp cobblestone road beneath them. As she walked her hair swayed only slightly, as if not even the most powerful of winds could cause it to be anything less than beautiful. The girl took beauty very seriously, her outfit was always creaseless, her nails were always without chips and her shoes were always polished to the point of immaculateness. But it was her hair that was the most beautiful thing about her; it was long and as black as the night sky way above her, and shone as if it too had stars though out it. Never was a single hair out of place; never was her hair anything less

Chelsea huffed as she wrapped her arms around herself. Stupid snow. Stupid monsters. Stupid everything. The day had started out as usual. Well as usual as it got. She had woken up only to find Sammy asleep against a tree. He had taken first watch and apparently decided not to wake her up for her own turn. He must've stayed up all night.

I relaxed on my deck outside, basking in the streams of sunshine and sticky humid air.

She hurried away from the window, fearful that the thing would look up and see her watching. She scurried into the closet and closed her eyes, praying that it wouldn’t get inside. The girl heard feet hit the floor near the window and knew it had entered her tower. She peeked out through the slats in the closet door and gasped at what she saw.

Disoriented and hungry a devoured the only shape in sight, a strange, brown cylinder. The item was held up by a black, curving substance over a strangely shaped carpet of cracks which had grains of different colors, some darker than others. Suddenly, the cylinder dropped a little of itself onto the rug. The precipitate had a pulsing orange glow and, as I continued to consume, more of these dropped off. I did not care what the solid dropping off was or where this phenomenon came from.

She said, “You know; I still dream about her. But now when I dream about her, she’s standing there with her arms outstretched telling me everything is ok.” The next day a woman was brought in and she heard about me. She called me to the corner of the room and said, ”I don’t want anyone to hear what I have to say because I don’t want them to think I’m crazy. There are demons in our house and they make the walls bleed. My mother is in a wheel chair and I try to tell her, but she won’t listen to me. They put something in me and I won’t stop bleeding.” Well, I prayed for her, I rebuked all the demons from her, her home, and I prayed for God to open her mom’s ears so she will listen to what her daughter has to say. The next day she came up to me (all bubbly) and said “Guess what, I just came from the nurse, she gave me something to stop the bleeding. I just got off the phone with my mom and she’s ready to hear what I have to say.” It wasn’t until that moment when I noticed how bright and beautiful she shined, where as the day before she was ugly like a dark shadow or a

Monika and I were in the kitchen eating our breakfast while watching the music channel one of our favorite bands were on In This Moment was playing my favorite song Big Bad Wolf. When it was interrupted by the news. And we were met with blood-curdling screams of agony and shouting along with the cries and pleas of others that mixed in with what sounded like gunfire and the moans, groans, and snarls coming from such foul looking things that resembled human beings with sickening white eyes, pale skin, drenched in what appeared to be blood among other bodily fluids and parts either with them or missing from what I could tell.

Suddenly she was torn from her make-believe world and thrust into awareness by tormented screams choked with grief. She reached

Crystal orbs met the dark night sky. It was quiet, save for the shuddered breaths surrounding the girl. She couldn’t move a muscle. Even her eyes stayed fixed on one star; the only star that dared to shine. The more she was forced to listen, the sooner she realized that the sound of the breathing was coming from her. “You don’t get to leave that easily.” The familiar voice boomed from sky. A green fog leaked from the trees, lying beside Bethany. But she still could not move. Her mouth gaped opened and the fog flowed into her throat. She could feel it passing through her body until her vision was clouded with it. From the fog came a dark figure. “You owe us everything. Your life is in our hands. And it’s time to collect.” As the hand wrapped

Ascending Towards a Truth Drifting down the canyon, I feel at peace. The walls of this crevice rise up as far as I can see, monoliths that stretch out forever. The wind begins to blow, sweeping beneath my feet.

Pounding on the door, I yelled, “Catelina! Open the door! It’s me! Grayson!” A piercing scream sounded from the apartment. I bashed the door down in a rush and ran into the apartment. The scream sounded again. It’s from the direction of the bathroom. Opening the bathroom door, blood came into my vision. Speckles of bright red blood decorated the white tiles. Catelina was lying in a puddle of blood. Her eyes wide open in fright and blood gushing out from her torn neck. Suddenly, patches of darkness appeared in front of me as my conscious slowly drifted away. A pair of hypnotising eyes was the last thing I saw.

I was a 5 star general back in my days, I remember it clear as day. It was the start of world mole 2, I was ready to go out for battle. I was lucky because from birth I was a cam-mole, so I can get past the snakes. The can run but we can hide! I was in charge of digging all the trenches. Because due to my cam-moleflage, the enemy would never see me all I had to do was slip in dig the trenches. Once their dug the other moles can crawl in. It's a hard job out there, if i'm being honest! I mean the ground moles can barely survive. Good thing that we have air moles, I don’t know if we would make it without them. The swoop in and save the day. But me I am just a simple digger, and great at it to!