So what if he was hungry?
No one cared, no matter how much he bitched and moaned
And yet he expected her to do something about it
Couldn’t he tell she was hungry as well, and when she was hungry she became a monster.
Kettle was soon bubbling, releasing yummy smells into the air. She was gonna eat well tonight, she was!
Prying back her man’s rough outer layer
Exposed the fact that he was surprisingly human
Except she didn’t want to believe that
Lifting his freshly stilled heart out of the way, she continued to look for essence of monster
Eventually the tiredness had to break, right?
No way he could be this tired for this long.
Everything seemed such an effort, even blinking!
Reaching for his sixth Monster, he pounded it back.
Going to be a long shift tonight. Good thing he had a twelve pack.
Yet he wondered if that would be enough.
Given she was down at least a pint and a half of blood
Really, she should be passed out on the ground
Instead, she looked the creature in the eye and growled
That’s what finally broke the monster and it fled into the darkness
Boy, he was so beautifully handsome that it almost hurt her eyes
Everything about his appearance was just so perfect
And all he wanted was to be with her, forever. A dream come true
So when he showed his darker side it caught her by surprise. The nightmares began
They only ended when the monster sunk his claws into her mind and her will died
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Really Paul knew he should get out of there
Undercaffeinated and out of time
Nothing left in reserves
And yet here he was, a flaming branch in one hand
Watching the monster squint in his direction
All he wanted to do was to wake up from this nightmare
Yet he knew his alarm clock was never going to go off again
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Forcing his eyes open, Kevin squinted at the light
Eyes watered from the fetid smell, further obscuring his vision
All of his being screamed at him to run away
Run he did, but at the monster, scaring it away
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The darkness grabbed onto his words and crumpled them into tight rejected wads of failure. He typed with such a frenzy to keep ahead of the monster, but it was faster than his imagination, consuming all his ideas and dreams. It then had the nerve to regurgitate its partially digested remains onto the page.
He tried to rearrange the mess into something that hinted at his intentions, but he was not a forensic investigator. The work seemed dead. And to think he thought he was a writer.
He consoled himself. “Well, it’s a start.” He saved his work and shut down.
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The conversation around the bonfire grew quiet as Ludwig stepped into the circle. The campers scooted back a bit in anticipation to what was about to happen.
Ludwig rubbed his hands together and then began to sign his tale of terror. Some averted their eyes, not wanting to hear about the horrors, but others stared with rapt attention.
Soon Ludwig concluded his tale of woe and the hands of his audience waved back and forth in appreciation, even the monster that was hiding in the tree line. Tonight he would go hungry, because it was that good of a story.
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Focus on the lock. Focus on the lock!
Even though Myra could hear the monster coming
As she finally got the combination right, she felt the razor slice her throat
Reality shattered as she felt her life force pulse away
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