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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Horror
- Subject: Death / Heartbreak / Loss
- Published: 11/15/2018
Monster
Born 2005, M, from Portland, United StatesA scream slices through the air. The fog covering the atmosphere like a blanket. My legs give out from underneath me and I crash onto the cold, hard ground. It is coming. It is coming for me. Light shines in the distance eliminating the fog and then disappears quickly. My nightmare began five days ago when I was forced to flee from every person I loved and escape a creature that came from the depth of Hell. His sole mission was to torture me and force my spirit out of my body to the place it was made.
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Come to me. Something off in the distance glides towards me, its head like a ghost, clear, but faint enough so that I know it is there. The body, like a reptile, it’s skin is covered in scales, the lower half is just human but the appearance is horrifying. Suddenly it is right in front of me as if it teleport, it’s hand creeping toward my head, and I immediately recoil. My heart beating 100 times a second, and I turn. My legs move like a hummingbird’s wings, but I go nowhere. Glancing at the ground, I am hovering above the ground, then I sense some object on my head, I look up and to my surprise, a hand with sharp claws and scales is holding my head. I scream and wake up in a cold sweat, better get going before it catches me, I warn my self. Movement catches the corner of my eye and I dart away in a dead run. Why does it want me? Am I special? The streets of London are abandoned, but the graffiti is still there, the only. I close my eyes and imagine London today, the sidewalks are packed with people and the streets filled with cars. A snicker disrupts my thoughts and I whip around just in time to see a foot for a split second, then it disappears into the remains of a apartment.
“Wait!” I holler, and sprint after him, but when I got there, I see a body on the ground, covered in fresh, red, blood, and in the blood is a message.
Then, as I look behind me, I fall into darkness. My only memory is seeing a big mysterious figure standing with a fist in both hands.
My eyes flutter open and I smell something rotten.
Monster(Jason)
A scream slices through the air. The fog covering the atmosphere like a blanket. My legs give out from underneath me and I crash onto the cold, hard ground. It is coming. It is coming for me. Light shines in the distance eliminating the fog and then disappears quickly. My nightmare began five days ago when I was forced to flee from every person I loved and escape a creature that came from the depth of Hell. His sole mission was to torture me and force my spirit out of my body to the place it was made.
…
Come to me. Something off in the distance glides towards me, its head like a ghost, clear, but faint enough so that I know it is there. The body, like a reptile, it’s skin is covered in scales, the lower half is just human but the appearance is horrifying. Suddenly it is right in front of me as if it teleport, it’s hand creeping toward my head, and I immediately recoil. My heart beating 100 times a second, and I turn. My legs move like a hummingbird’s wings, but I go nowhere. Glancing at the ground, I am hovering above the ground, then I sense some object on my head, I look up and to my surprise, a hand with sharp claws and scales is holding my head. I scream and wake up in a cold sweat, better get going before it catches me, I warn my self. Movement catches the corner of my eye and I dart away in a dead run. Why does it want me? Am I special? The streets of London are abandoned, but the graffiti is still there, the only. I close my eyes and imagine London today, the sidewalks are packed with people and the streets filled with cars. A snicker disrupts my thoughts and I whip around just in time to see a foot for a split second, then it disappears into the remains of a apartment.
“Wait!” I holler, and sprint after him, but when I got there, I see a body on the ground, covered in fresh, red, blood, and in the blood is a message.
Then, as I look behind me, I fall into darkness. My only memory is seeing a big mysterious figure standing with a fist in both hands.
My eyes flutter open and I smell something rotten.
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Kevin Hughes
11/17/2018Jason,
This is a "glimpse" story. You write well, your imagination is priceless, and this "glimpse" will be the basis of a story as your writing grows. For me, it felt like reading a dreamscape. A well written dream. Sorry it was so scary.
Smiles, Kevin
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