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Word Prompt: a Monster

It has fangs – a mountain range of jagged points with yellow stains, which you can see best when it leers forward and roars hot steam in your face frozen with fear. The whites of its eyes are actually a burning orange which bleeds into the yellow rings circling shiny, black pupils. When it glares at you with lids half-closed, its eyes look like spitting flames eager to consume you in fire.

The reptilian scale-like texture of its face, palms, and soles are an anomaly. The rest of its looming bulk bristles with plush, tangled black fur as coarse as horse hair. In light, the hair reflects an indigo hue. I would like to run my fingers through the knots and straighten them smooth, but seeing its claws are the size of my entire head, I’ll keep my arms closer to myself.

To emphasize its massive girth, it rises like a bear on back haunches as thick as redwood trunks; its roar bellows twenty volumes louder than a lion. The most agile tiger would retreat and hide if it encountered this thing. This monster.

Dwelling in morbid chambers, abandoned by science when government grants disappeared into military defense, the monster emerges from its lair to hunt prey and clamber back inside. It is afraid of the natural light. Accustomed to flickering fluorescent tubes lining dingy walls, it doesn’t know what to think of the round orange ball with infinite strength and luminosity. Or the pristine blue ceiling from which it hangs. This is why the monster creeps around the mountain at night. Sniffing for a kill. The whiff of fresh meat.

Campers and stranded hikers, beware. It might be coming for you. If you glance into the cluttered brush and see two specs of fire glowing among the blackened leaves, or feel a draft of warm, sticky air in the coolest hours of night, you’ll know it’s near. Watching, waiting, scoping out the next meal. Fat or lean, tall or small, loud or quiet, your physical traits make no difference to the beast at large. Its innate sixth sense lunges for one who possesses the most fear. Only the brave souls escape to share the tale about the monster who wanted to devour them alive.

– Written by Miss A on January 12, 2013

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About 365 Things to Write About

I'm inspired by almost anything and everything creative - nature, architecture, art, words, music...I like to roam along streets, through foreign countries, and within my mind where the world is full of endless possibilities. I dream of being an idealist, but I've experienced too many harsh realities for that wish to ever be true. Therefore, I look for the hope and the good in small nuances, and I express my thoughts and feelings about the world around me on pages and canvases whenever I can.

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