Hi there~
I will most likely post short stories that I had written late on a school night so don't be surprised if they're slightly strange.
With that being said I hope you enjoy my weird and wacky thoughts!
~JJ
Who would want to know a Monster like me? Evil, demonic, murderous, it's no wonder that they keep their distance. Strange to the eye, unlike anything they are familiar with in their perfect palace with everything - everyone - color coded and organised. Not a speck of dust. Not a hair out of line. No place for an imperfect being.
A Monster like me who stumbles and falls. Clumsy. That's what they say. Never paying mind to the fact that it's their actions that made me stumble, and their words that made me fall. Fall right down to the pits of Hell, "Where you belong!"
Words always fail a Monster like me. Unable to voice my thoughts I slowly drown in the things left unsaid. Constantly dwelling on what might have been said to comfort, to defend, to guide, to help. And yet when it comes to the words that try as I might to contain them, the Monsters tongue is always keen enough to draw blood from its unlucky victims, and then left to wither for hours in the glacier caverns of a sealed heart.
A Monster like me is quite unfortunate enough to understand human pain, to have felt the raw anguish as I am whipped 'till crimson flowers bloom upon my skin as the ravens circle from above, their eyes gleaming in wicked glee. Because the more a Monster like me understands human pain, the less "human" it seems. As pain is pain, human or Monster, they both feel the same.
And so a Monster like me tends to forget. Not the pain, never the pain, but the reason it was inflicted in the first place, and the humans that carried out the deed are forgiven. And as this Monster forgives, but never truly forgets, it begins to wonder who is the real Monster in this world...
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