This was my English assignment, where I had to roll a die that gives me random settings, times, characters, and concepts to write a story, depending on the number I rolled. I also had to incorporate the five senses, so the reader would know what the character sees, hears, smells, touches, or tastes. So, I had the character as a ghost, in the setting of the dark woods, with the time being at sunset, trying to rescue someone! This may have been fueled by Phantom of the Opera energy. Just saying. I have also edited out or added in some text, because I was looking at the original draft I had, and I wasn't quite satisfied with it yet. Of course, there was a deadline for the assignment and I had to submit my writing as it was at the time. Trust me, you do not want to see the one I submitted, as it was a bit non-descriptive and shallow, in terms of writing. So this will be the solid, thought about, descriptive writing version that you will read! Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading this!
As a child you always fear the monster under your bed or in your closet. Maybe you watched a scary movie or were told a horror story to make you believe something was under there. You jump onto your bed and jerk your limbs away from the edge or always shut your closet door. Then you hide under the covers in hopes that they don't get to you. As you grow older you realize the invisible monster under your bed is just that, invisible. Its not that they don't exist, it's just that you don't see them. You write off the bumps in the night as the wind or shifting floorboards but they're lies. Little white lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night.
Well I'm here to tell you that whatever is causing those bumps is very real. In my case, the source doesn't hide in my closet but rather under my bed. And he's determined to drag me right there with him.
Can you be friends with the monster under your bed?
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"Ask me Aria," he rasped. His voice dripped with temptation that would make the devil jealous.
His lips were brushing against mine as we leaned into each other. I felt like I was drowning in his presence. The hand that was on my breast had moved to my waist, keeping me close even as I tipped towards him. His hand was still on my sex, leisurely teasing the area.
"Please," I whispered.
Something mixed between a growl and a purr escaped him. It vibrated deeply from his chest. I thought he would kiss me but he didn't. His lips hovered over mine before they softly traced my cheek. I gasped when his hands moved to under my arms, moving me until I straddled his thigh.