The sharp edge of my sword cutter deep into its neck, separating the head. Smiling, I grabbed the head by the feelers.
Pain started to spread. I dropped it as my hand shook from an electric shock that ran up my arm.
I felt different...strange somehow.
The sun was rising on the tree line. I remembered when I used to play with my friends and family, how we would spend hours together. The rays of light reflected off my blade making the wording glow.
The Weak can never forgive.
It all made sense now. My reflection was on the sword, yes that was true. Though I did not see little Michael, I saw a monster.
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The Jabberwock never dies, but is replaced. This is nature balancing itself. Humans are weak. My father is powerless compared to destiny, yet he would want revenge from the Jabberwock because it killed his son.
Little does he know, the beast is dead...he will try to kill me.
Hopefully he will figure it out when the morning dawns on him, too.
I am now the Jabberwock.
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The Monster Within
ParanormalMichael is a young boy that loves his family and village. He also understands that the monsters in the stories his father tells will only come alive if he believes they exist. Michael believes every word of the stories. And he is willing to make the...
