Monster:

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The wind was cold as the boy walked into the woods. Wait no not walked no,no,no, more like ran into the woods. He was running from the monster that lived in his house with his family. 

The monster had sharp red eyes that seemed to pierce into your soul to find your greatest fear. The didn't have a greatest fear. So the monster was just a black cloud with two red dots on it.

The boy ran faster and faster as the branches from the branches from the passing trees tore up his clothes. The boy then fell over a fallen tree. He looked up as the monster got closer to him. The monster walked up to the boy and held out what looked like a hand shape. The took the monsters hand, and went home. 

From that day on the boy learned to faced his inner monsters.  

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