When I was little, there was a monster in my dresser drawer. It had long vines and wanted to take me away.
When I was ten, I pretended it wasn't real.
When I was twelve I stopped seeing it.
When I was fourteen I decided it was never real.
Now I'm sixteen, and it's staring me in the face. It's going to take me now. I am grabbed and pulled into the dresser.
My door opens and I am not alone anymore. But nobody will believe what I saw. Just like when I was eight.
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Building Blocks
Short StoryFlash fiction for inspiration. The prompts are mine, anything that comes from them is yours. Let me know if I spur on any creativity!
