Monsters Poem Novels & Stories

Suddenly Edward covered his ears with his palms, cursing in his heart for whoever did that. Shortly after that, a horde of terrible monsters with quite a lot of eyes on their faces. Gandalf- the monster lord of the forest, very strange shape and very noisy voice, they were ten times bigger than Edward. But it didn't scare Edward, he just smiled lopsidedly. Edward hadn't fought monsters like them in a long time. "Don't get in my way!" Edward snapped with an innocent look on his face. "Who are you to order us!" replied one of the monsters who did not accept, he stamped one foot. Causing a huge shock.

I’m not supportive, I’m deadly. Her house is decrepit. The smell hits me on the way up the driveway. This place isn't suitable for human life. Rotted meat wafts from the trash can, and my nose is all wolf picking up subtle musks and gross maggot-covered food items. Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid.

He didn't say a word, but he put his hand on the headboard of the bed—a silent promise. "Is the monster gone?" Leo asked, looking at Silas. Silas looked at me, then down at our son. "The monsters are in cages now, Leo. And we’re the ones with the keys.

You're a monster. That right there is the source of all my anger. She see's me as a monster. Fuck, yeah, I'm one. Punch. There are fucking monsters everywhere in the world. Punch. Punch. You've got to be a special type of monster to ride this world, or you become the prey. Punch. Punch. Punch. Fuck if I want to become one. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch My surroundings disappear as I mentally go back in time to my fighting days.

He always knows. "Did you read it," he says. "Yes." "All of it?" "All of it." He turns around. His face is pale. His eyes are red. He has been crying too. "What do you think," he says. "I think you are not a monster." "I was." "You were. But you are not anymore. That is the difference. Monsters do not change. Monsters do not try. Monsters do not sit in a garden and water roses and write their hearts on paper for someone else to read. Monsters do not do that."

he took a swing of his beer, leaning forward and gazing into the heart of the fire, "There is only one monster that walks the earth. A monster that hides the sun when he pleases, and releases the shadows to hunt our souls. The monster that owns all we see around us. There is nothing else to fear than the monster who can do all of that." All I can see is the beast in the field where day meets night. I shiver.

No, a puzzle, but somehow a clue, that goes like this. "Don’t you remember those happy voices in your mind as you sleep? Or maybe the screams you hear of terror in a nightmare. What is a nightmare? Isn’t a nightmare a small prison you’re trapped in, with no hopes of waking? Why? Because you never know you’re asleep. You forget everything, your name, your life, and who you are. The only thing to accompany you are the monsters that laugh in your mind, that taunt you, knowing everything. Your life, your happiness, everything that had been stolen away. But the scariest part of the nightmare won’t be the monsters. They aren’t scary themselves. The most fearful thing of all is that they are yours.

I swallow hard and close my eyes waiting to be torn to pieces and praying to the gods above that the children would find safety from these monsters. Monsters my father helped bring into this realm. Warmth surrounds me as if the bright light of fire is all around. A comforting feeling as I wait for death. Yet death never comes.

This was not just a home. It was a vault of power. A graveyard of empires. A place where monsters were not born—but made. And as the door shut behind us with a soft, final click, I knew one thing with terrifying certainty: Whatever we were about to ask… This place had heard it before.

There, etched deep into her arm, were lines of text. [Monsters have infiltrated this house. Every time they kill me, I fall into a loop. It can take on the appearance of others, so never trust anyone completely. The monster kills according to certain rules. I have to figure out its pattern. Its loops are limited. If I don't find a way to escape soon, I'll be trapped here forever.] I read the words aloud under my breath. "Now," she said, "do you believe I'm just like you? I've gone through this cycle many times, and from the clues I left myself before, I learned the truth—both of our parents have already been replaced.