Poetry competition CLOSED 2nd November 2021 5:21pm
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javalini
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Monsters under the bed….
Poetry Contest Description
Write about your favorite horror monster
**PLEASE NOTE THIS IS A FICTIONAL PROSE COMP**
I love the classic monsters and their oldest stories. For this comp please write a piece of fictional prose about your favorite monster.
I want a good, creepy bedtime story.
I want all things horror.
*Fictional Prose only
*you are free to pick your monster
*one story per person
*new writes only
*no colabs
*any questions, pm me!
*I’ll be choosing the winner
The boogie man
All I know is that after the aftermath of the physical abuse from Zack, I would go to my room that had just one twin size bed,
He would lock me in there for days, only letting me out to use the bathroom, go to work or one of his rages,
A hanging light fixture that was as dull and couldn't hardly see anything,
But there was nothing in the small confined of that room but my bed,
But it was my safest of places,
But I remember laying down one night,
Oh I was still full of fright,
I asked openly,
"Why God? why me? Why?! Allow me to die already please."
"If the boogie man is real let him take me! Anyone please help me!"
But all there was,
There was nothing but silence as I cried and fell asleep.
Then as time went on I would see out of the corner of my eye a shadow following me it felt like,
and unfortunately one night after months of not saying anything,
I lost the life inside of me,
I hurt and the pain was great,
I won't go in great details of that day,
He dragged me into my room an said" I wish you would just die already like that trash you tried to say was mine"
He left me on the floor bleeding out,
As blood was draining out,
Some flowed to under my bed,
The darkness got colder and some how darker.
Suddenly a hand came out,
" I have come non believer"
And slowly a body figure came out,
But I didn't care,
As I lay there,
"So sad, you human wouldn't believe"
Suddenly a hand touched my face gently
"The child is lost and looks like you will be too soon"
"What now will you do? I have come but all to late to punish you"
Dull and numb my eyes look up but couldn't see but a figure crouched in front of me.
"I-I don't know what to do. Just let me die then he will be punished for what he did"
Suddenly a smile sharper then any shark teeth grew, in the darkness,
"Oh child, he will be punished. But your time has not come. You will be healed and sent out to tell my tale"
Suddenly my numb body was floating and placed on the bed.
"I don't understand, why? Why cant I be at peace"
I demand as my body was feeling heavier by the second.
"I am the boogie man, I scare young children."
"I am not a child. I am not scared of you, because that in there is worse then anything anyone could ever know"
Suddenly I felt the scratchy old covers my body. My eyes never adjusting to the figure in front of me.
Probably to much brain trauma or bleeding out to much.
" Oh hush child and listen. I maybe what scares humans at night, but there is a reason for the fright"
I was suddenly feeling warmer instead of being colder.
Eyes heavy
"I will ask again, what now will you do?"
My whole body's pain so inflamed,
Was slowly getting better,
" I-I don't know what to do. He must be punished for what he has done. I just don't know how."
" I will make you a deal, listen to my tale and pass it along but in return you will also have to suffer, not physical pain but mentally. For what I have planned for him I have to make this deal. For what you are asking is a sin."
A gentle pat and slight rub..
was he patting and rubbing my head? I question myself.
"I will take that sin, I will listen to your tale."
That sharp smile in the dark grin got bigger and bigger.
"Alright child I will heal some of your wounds so you won't die. I will tell my tale and someone else is going to wish to die"
I just kept feeling warmer and warmer the pain was slowly still going away.
"I once was human just like you. I am the priest who became corrupted and preyed on children's fear. Oh it was splendid, because I took the fear from children who wouldn't listen. I wanted to keep them from making bad choices. But when I passed I couldn't go anywhere. I suddenly saw time pass by those children used me as a way to keep their children from breaking rules. I enjoyed the power it gave me. I have been dead for very long time. I have been given many different names. But I stayed the same. I am still a priest at heart and have seen many in justice to children. And I finally had enough but I can only do so much. So yes, I still have a heart. But my tale is going to have to be cut short. The child you have lost tonight and yourself has allowed me to enter into the physical world but not for long. I will do something that is a sin but you must also carry."
The voice finally came to a close.
My eyes are so heavy.
I drift off to the nightmares
I awoke to the door open,
Slowly getting up I still felt pain but nothing close to last night.
I walked into the house and found nothing wrong. Which was strange because it was destroyed last night.
Holding onto my stomach I called out to my tormentor. No response.
I found his cellphone and called to go to the hospital and told another lie
Days went by nightmares still haunting me.
But I have yet to see Zack ever again
No one remember who he was not even his own mother.
I fled to this day I still remember him and the scars he left me. The flashback are still with me.
But I also have a constant shadow following me. And his name is the boogie man.
I still tell his short tale to anyone who will listen.
He would lock me in there for days, only letting me out to use the bathroom, go to work or one of his rages,
A hanging light fixture that was as dull and couldn't hardly see anything,
But there was nothing in the small confined of that room but my bed,
But it was my safest of places,
But I remember laying down one night,
Oh I was still full of fright,
I asked openly,
"Why God? why me? Why?! Allow me to die already please."
"If the boogie man is real let him take me! Anyone please help me!"
But all there was,
There was nothing but silence as I cried and fell asleep.
Then as time went on I would see out of the corner of my eye a shadow following me it felt like,
and unfortunately one night after months of not saying anything,
I lost the life inside of me,
I hurt and the pain was great,
I won't go in great details of that day,
He dragged me into my room an said" I wish you would just die already like that trash you tried to say was mine"
He left me on the floor bleeding out,
As blood was draining out,
Some flowed to under my bed,
The darkness got colder and some how darker.
Suddenly a hand came out,
" I have come non believer"
And slowly a body figure came out,
But I didn't care,
As I lay there,
"So sad, you human wouldn't believe"
Suddenly a hand touched my face gently
"The child is lost and looks like you will be too soon"
"What now will you do? I have come but all to late to punish you"
Dull and numb my eyes look up but couldn't see but a figure crouched in front of me.
"I-I don't know what to do. Just let me die then he will be punished for what he did"
Suddenly a smile sharper then any shark teeth grew, in the darkness,
"Oh child, he will be punished. But your time has not come. You will be healed and sent out to tell my tale"
Suddenly my numb body was floating and placed on the bed.
"I don't understand, why? Why cant I be at peace"
I demand as my body was feeling heavier by the second.
"I am the boogie man, I scare young children."
"I am not a child. I am not scared of you, because that in there is worse then anything anyone could ever know"
Suddenly I felt the scratchy old covers my body. My eyes never adjusting to the figure in front of me.
Probably to much brain trauma or bleeding out to much.
" Oh hush child and listen. I maybe what scares humans at night, but there is a reason for the fright"
I was suddenly feeling warmer instead of being colder.
Eyes heavy
"I will ask again, what now will you do?"
My whole body's pain so inflamed,
Was slowly getting better,
" I-I don't know what to do. He must be punished for what he has done. I just don't know how."
" I will make you a deal, listen to my tale and pass it along but in return you will also have to suffer, not physical pain but mentally. For what I have planned for him I have to make this deal. For what you are asking is a sin."
A gentle pat and slight rub..
was he patting and rubbing my head? I question myself.
"I will take that sin, I will listen to your tale."
That sharp smile in the dark grin got bigger and bigger.
"Alright child I will heal some of your wounds so you won't die. I will tell my tale and someone else is going to wish to die"
I just kept feeling warmer and warmer the pain was slowly still going away.
"I once was human just like you. I am the priest who became corrupted and preyed on children's fear. Oh it was splendid, because I took the fear from children who wouldn't listen. I wanted to keep them from making bad choices. But when I passed I couldn't go anywhere. I suddenly saw time pass by those children used me as a way to keep their children from breaking rules. I enjoyed the power it gave me. I have been dead for very long time. I have been given many different names. But I stayed the same. I am still a priest at heart and have seen many in justice to children. And I finally had enough but I can only do so much. So yes, I still have a heart. But my tale is going to have to be cut short. The child you have lost tonight and yourself has allowed me to enter into the physical world but not for long. I will do something that is a sin but you must also carry."
The voice finally came to a close.
My eyes are so heavy.
I drift off to the nightmares
I awoke to the door open,
Slowly getting up I still felt pain but nothing close to last night.
I walked into the house and found nothing wrong. Which was strange because it was destroyed last night.
Holding onto my stomach I called out to my tormentor. No response.
I found his cellphone and called to go to the hospital and told another lie
Days went by nightmares still haunting me.
But I have yet to see Zack ever again
No one remember who he was not even his own mother.
I fled to this day I still remember him and the scars he left me. The flashback are still with me.
But I also have a constant shadow following me. And his name is the boogie man.
I still tell his short tale to anyone who will listen.
Written by Wornwolf
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fascination
she seeks us with her fascination
the empire Vampire
hush now the child stirs
I smell her fear
quick now bite and leave her cold
sipping dreams off the pure
I decide I want her
in a moment the room is drained of its happiness
now she is ours
come Belladonna to the masquerade
where we will find initiates to our cause
children of occult faith
they make a mockery of our ways
tasting of failure
no, darling push that one away
grievous need, ravenous delight
feed me ma' ma
pa' pa where do we come from?
why from dark dense space
we feed off the Earthlings
pulling their strings
imparting thoughts they do our bidding
then we drink off both the guilty and the innocent
hunting the night we are of a divine nature
it is our right to cull the humans
decadent pleasures to be had
Vlad must we dine on them?
I would like to keep one as my own
a companion a child like me to play with
I thirst knowledge
I will never know mortality
in the dead stares of humanity
I see my face
death follows me everywhere
it's a bitter fate
cold and calculated
it is our way little one
we mustn't tarry
come now let's be on our way
Written by smackdownraven
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Dracula Celebrity Blood
Dracula wants to attack
Taylor Swift but he
couldn't because she
had Bad Blood that
he couldn't fanthom
So he went after
Katy Perry's blood
which tasted like
Cherry Kool-aid
Then he went after
Ariana Grande's Blood
which tasted like
Blake Shelton's
Whiskey drink then
he went after
Kelly Clarkson's Blood
which tasted like
John Legend
Taylor Swift but he
couldn't because she
had Bad Blood that
he couldn't fanthom
So he went after
Katy Perry's blood
which tasted like
Cherry Kool-aid
Then he went after
Ariana Grande's Blood
which tasted like
Blake Shelton's
Whiskey drink then
he went after
Kelly Clarkson's Blood
which tasted like
John Legend
Written by Phantom2426
(Francisco J Vera)
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HICKEY
Emagene don't care nothing 'bout you," he said.
"I got a hickey on my neck says differnt," I told him.
"Ain't."
I pulled my collar down so that his eyes might fall upon the deep purple bruise Emagene had put there not two hours prior.
I could see the hurt in his eyes and felt a little sorry for him.
"Coulda been anybody sucked that hickey," he said. "Knowin' you, coulda been a man."
"Ain't no man lest Emagene is one. That gal hung on me like a tick."
And that's when he swung. He was going for that famous first punch -- the one that ends the fight before it starts -- but I'd been watching his hands and saw the clinch. I blocked his shot to my jaw and threw a punch of my own -- a fierce, hard knuckled jab to the gut.
Benny folded and I let him catch my knee with his face.
He sprawled back, his nose like a smashed pumpkin.
Ideally I'd have been on him like a bobcat, but my dang foot caught a root.
My face hit mud and Benny was up before I could blink, stomping me at will until he was satisfied.
I swear that fucker left me for dead.
And then I just lay there, too beat down and broken to pull myself up.
And soon night was upon me, damp and cold, and with no moon to speak of.
The thing landed on me light, like a bird, or a bat, and I thought maybe a vulture had took me for dead meat, though they don't fly at night, and I rolled my poor body over that I might push that foul bird off, feeling every bump and bruise my ex-best friend's boots had delivered.
I only glimpsed it before I felt its fangs push into my jugular -- pale as a corpse but fleet, and strong. it pinned me to the ground, its bony fingers a vise on my arms and its eyes like a wild dog's, and I knowed what it was and what was going down, and I felt my life ebbing as that thing sucked fiercely at my throat.
And it was too late to panic, and too late to fight, as I was almost dead.
"Don't kill me," I said, hearing my voice as though somebody else was talking. "Make me one instead."
And I heard the thing snicker
"Hillbilly fucker," it said. "You'll wish different when the sun hits your bony ass."
And it released its grip, wiped my blood from its ugly maw and then, just like that, it was gone.
I lay still for a minute, and I could feel its sickness swirling through me, and then the hunger hit, a craving like none I'd ever felt, and with it come energy that lifted me out that mud light and spry, and I could see the pulse of Emagene's neck clear in my mind, and headed straight for it, sailing through the night easy as you please.
She'd let me in, I knew, and I'd put a hickey of my own on that gal's sweet neck.
"I got a hickey on my neck says differnt," I told him.
"Ain't."
I pulled my collar down so that his eyes might fall upon the deep purple bruise Emagene had put there not two hours prior.
I could see the hurt in his eyes and felt a little sorry for him.
"Coulda been anybody sucked that hickey," he said. "Knowin' you, coulda been a man."
"Ain't no man lest Emagene is one. That gal hung on me like a tick."
And that's when he swung. He was going for that famous first punch -- the one that ends the fight before it starts -- but I'd been watching his hands and saw the clinch. I blocked his shot to my jaw and threw a punch of my own -- a fierce, hard knuckled jab to the gut.
Benny folded and I let him catch my knee with his face.
He sprawled back, his nose like a smashed pumpkin.
Ideally I'd have been on him like a bobcat, but my dang foot caught a root.
My face hit mud and Benny was up before I could blink, stomping me at will until he was satisfied.
I swear that fucker left me for dead.
And then I just lay there, too beat down and broken to pull myself up.
And soon night was upon me, damp and cold, and with no moon to speak of.
The thing landed on me light, like a bird, or a bat, and I thought maybe a vulture had took me for dead meat, though they don't fly at night, and I rolled my poor body over that I might push that foul bird off, feeling every bump and bruise my ex-best friend's boots had delivered.
I only glimpsed it before I felt its fangs push into my jugular -- pale as a corpse but fleet, and strong. it pinned me to the ground, its bony fingers a vise on my arms and its eyes like a wild dog's, and I knowed what it was and what was going down, and I felt my life ebbing as that thing sucked fiercely at my throat.
And it was too late to panic, and too late to fight, as I was almost dead.
"Don't kill me," I said, hearing my voice as though somebody else was talking. "Make me one instead."
And I heard the thing snicker
"Hillbilly fucker," it said. "You'll wish different when the sun hits your bony ass."
And it released its grip, wiped my blood from its ugly maw and then, just like that, it was gone.
I lay still for a minute, and I could feel its sickness swirling through me, and then the hunger hit, a craving like none I'd ever felt, and with it come energy that lifted me out that mud light and spry, and I could see the pulse of Emagene's neck clear in my mind, and headed straight for it, sailing through the night easy as you please.
She'd let me in, I knew, and I'd put a hickey of my own on that gal's sweet neck.
Written by javalini
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