#monsters

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  • justwordsby_tha_ra 2d

    Whispers of Dark

    I hear them all night,
    Staying close to my ears
    Telling me all things I could do
    Breaking my peaceful sleep
    Turning my dreams into nightmares
    Bringing out monster hidden and
    Making me one of them!

    ©justwordsby_tha_ra

  • thoughtstruck 4d

    Humans:extinct

    Do you really think human beings would still exist till the so called “doomsday”? Well, most of us have never thought of it. We are so confident about our dominance over mother earth.She shares her eternal love and care with all her billions and maybe zillions of living organisms. Are we the eldest to have infinite power over the younger ones? That’s an absolute no. Or can we claim that we are the youngest of all and can get anything and everything for ourselves leaving our mother no option? Obviously that’s a no too. People never bother to ask themselves these two questions. And I promise you guys if we had, then we would have never ended up in such a pathetic situation where we had to initiate meetings and conferences to discuss how we can save our mother earth.Do we really have that “future” in our hands secured for which we never tire to fight till death? So simply
    “BE THE CHANGE YOU WANT TO SEE”.
    ©thoughtstruck

  • ananxiouspen 2w

    The monsters

    Surrounded by smoke
    Like a car in the fog
    I drive
    In a hope that one day
    I will find my way home
    I try
    To resuscitate my will
    And ameliorate
    I die
    Every night
    So, one day I may live
    I cry
    For I fear not the world
    But the monsters running wild inside...

  • anyelia 2w

    Strength

    Rin held her breath, her small hands pressed over her mouth. In her chest, her heart beat a thousand times per minute, threatening to burst free with each palpitation. Tears brought on by terror and despair welled at her eyes. Around her cold darkness coiled, twisting closer and closer.

    They cowered, as the town around them rioted in the screams of agony and chaos. As the monsters stalked the streets and drenched the cobble in blood. As the endless painfilled cries quieted to dying whimpers and silent gasps of unspent breath. As the monsters pacing and scratching and howling became the life of the little town.

    The only warmth in her world was a rough hand on her shoulder. It radiated strength, though the arm it was attached to trembled.
    They hid between the stove and the back wall, hidden in the darkest shadow her sister had been able to find. Her sister crouched beside her, one hand on Rin’s shoulder, one hand on the hilt of her sword. She watched what remained of the doorway with unflinching eyes. She was Rin’s last defender.

    Silently, they prayed that they would go unnoticed in the chaos. Silently, they prayed that the beasts beyond their fragile hiding place would leave without finding them. Silently, they prayed that the creatures would fill themselves on others.

    Silently, a shadow loomed in the doorway.
    Her sister clutched her close. A desperate prayer that the shadow would move on without them. A forlorn farewell if it did not.
    A black snout passed over the boundary of the room with a primal snort, followed by the pad of claws on wood.

    Her sister pushed her away slowly, putting a finger to her lips, a valiant sadness in her eyes.

    The beast, stalked forward, eyeless sockets glowing a ghastly green. Its body had the basic form of a hound, if a hound was to be five feet tall at the shoulder. Its legs were elongated like a spider’s and its back arched like a stretching cat. Its skull was like a jackal’s, its lips parted in a perpetual smile, revealing ebony teeth glistening in the moonlight.

    Her sister crept forward, to the absolute edge of their cover, as the creature approached.
    Don’t come. Don’t see us. Don’t find us. Don’t come.

    It came. One foot after the next. Further and further into the room.

    Her sister glanced over her shoulder one last time, her face silhouetted by the moon’s light. Was there fear in her eyes? Did she bite her lip as she leaped from their hiding place? Was there hesitation in her mad rush toward the beast?

    Rin didn’t see it if there was. She could only clench her hands over her mouth as she bit back an anguished scream. Could only bite back tears that could only become gasping sobs. Could barely control herself as she watched her sister drive her sword forward.

    The beast lunged forward to meet the swordswoman, maw wide, claws extended. Like a dancer on the stage, she twisted between the incoming blows, driving her sword into its chest. Shouting the name of her familiar, a plume of fire exploded out the back of the beast coalescing into a fox.

    The monster howled, its voice relighting the cacophony of the night. Around them more beastly screams filled the night, all of them growing closer by the second. The sound raked at Rin’s soul, grating at her ears, promising pain unending. In vain, she pressed her hands to her ears, hoping for some respite.

    Even Rin’s sister was unable to stand in the wake of the monstrous call. She fell to her knees, one hand pressed to an ear, the other clasping the hilt of her sword with all the strength she could muster. Her teeth clenched in pain, she held even as the creature thrashed under her blade.

    Her familiar’s name crossed her lips again. Barely a whisper. Completely drowned out under the howl of the beasts.

    The fox darted into the creature, becoming a flaming arrow as it connected with its body. The arrow burned straight through the beast, carving a hole through its lung.

    The creature’s howl became a strangled, gurgling scream, jerking away from her, wrenching her sword from its body as it pulled away.

    Rin’s sister struggled to her feet, her face pale from the expenditure of magic required in empowering her familiar as she had. She held her sword in both hands, its tip raised between herself and the creature. Her fox flitted to her shoulder, enveloping her like a cape of fire, its ruby eyes meeting the monster’s green even as her own head hung in exhaustion.

    Pushing past her exhaustion, willing herself through the soul-crushing howls closing in on her, dodging between the dagger-sharp claws that swiped just over her skin, she drove her blade into the beast’s flesh again and again. Words of magic coated her sword in flames, burning through the rotting muscle and unholy sinew.

    But she could only dodge for so long before a lucky swipe sunk into her shoulder. She could only push for so long before exhaustion slowed her sword and dampened her strikes. Will alone could only inflict so much damage on the near-immortal beast before her before its pack closed in on her.

    Under the crescent moon, she stood over the broken and ichor-oozing monster. Around her, in every direction, in the doorway, looming on the precipice of the broken roof, balanced with alien grace upon the ruined walls, more of them stood. Their eyeless gaze bore in on her, as she pulled her blade from the first monster’s heart.

    Blood dripped down her side and her arm. It ran in crimson streams, hissing as it ran near her flaming familiar. It oozed from her forehead, from her shoulder, from her thigh. It covered her hands, her tunic, her boots—mixing with the blue-black ichor of her subjugated foe.

    For a moment, as they all looked down on her, the night was silent. Only the wind, carrying the dying cries of distant victims, echoed in the dark.

    And the moment passed.

    All of them were on her.

    Claws slashed at her. The first dodged, the second knocked to the side by her blade, the third burned to ash by her familiar.

    Jaws snapped at her. The first evaded, the second choking on her blade, the third biting only flames.

    But there were far more than four.

    And she was only human.

    She screamed as one clamped down on her shoulder. Tears poured from her eyes as another ripped off a leg. Madness was all she could be left with as they devoured her alive.

    But she did not succumb to madness.

    Through her agony, she called out to her familiar one last time. In one last tortured scream, she released everything she had left and anything she might have ever had.

    And the flames answered.

    It was their turn to devour.



    Rin did not know how long she watched the fire. Did not know if it took a minute or several hours for the flames to consume all trace of the beasts and her sister. Did not know if the ash she found herself covered in was the remains of humans, beasts, or buildings. Did not know if the inferno she had stumbled through was the result of her sister’s fire unrestrained or of the preceding chaos.

    She would never know how she managed to find her way to the village entrance. Would never remember collapsing there in the ashen snow. Could never say how she had managed to retrieve her sister’s sword.

    But she would remember the fire. The indomitable heat. The scorching air. The smoke that consumed her lungs.

    And she would remember her sister’s expression as she unleashed her final, suicidal blast. Eyes unbroken, despite tears. Mouth curled in a pained smile as they howled the sacred name of her familiar.

    She would remember what strength looked like.

    And her own crippling weakness.


    ©anyelia

  • charfire_m 5w

    #humanmonster #humanlaw #law #monsters #whathumansdo #lifebeinglived #alivenotdead

    Life is a gift that you get to open, smile your the zest in life lo/Iving living life; your beautifully your kind of IAM.... for this is a fractal universe you living in.

    #crag2020 #2020
    #ENJOY_empowered_living #lifesmeaning #meaningtolife #meaningoflife #findingnewmeaning #findingmeaning #soultruth / #

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    Real Life is easy, it’s the human/monster(legalese) that make it hard with their fake fallacy world of economics; killing all in their way by consuming and over populate, all that they can.
    ©charfire_m
    Good things third’s mankind and the age of Aquarius

  • poetic_catastrophe 5w

    Undoing

    A tether of my soul wanders somewhere far away, too far out of reach then I realize maybe it is there engulfing your memories within its wings but then why do I remember wearing my heart right on my sleeves... I hesitated just for a second; was that my undoing?

    ©poetic_catastrophe

  • rosanna_roy 6w

    Little Monster

    He waddled out of a dark alley
    A glint of hope in those big round eyes
    I watched people cringe
    While he stood
    Starry eyes and broken smile
    Torn rags on a battered frame
    Scarred all over and that cacophonous voice
    I passed a smile
    And walked ahead
    But couldn't forget that odd shape
    The little monster with sparkling eyes
    I had to go back and take him along
    Perhaps he was lonely too
    And unloved.
    The shouts, jeers, boos,
    The stench, warnings, exclamations
    Faded.
    Only his round eyes mattered
    My monster walked with me
    He was joy, warming my veins,
    End of isolation, atonement,
    My redemption as well?
    Round eyes grew redder
    And darker and darker
    And wilder
    Until he ripped me in two
    And the sparkle came back to his big round eyes
    Turning to look at me bleed out.
    ©rosanna_roy

  • chezkeza 6w

    When I was young,
    I was scared of the monsters that lurked in the dark.
    The ones that would hide under the bed,
    Waiting for the lights to be turned off.
    Those tapping on the window,
    With branch like arms.
    The ones moving stealthily
    Right behind the drapes
    Thinking I couldn't see them.
    They all terrified me.
    I would pull the covers over my head
    And lie there, quaking underneath.
    Fervently wishing that sleep would come,
    And chase the monsters away
    With the promise of sweet dreams.
    Then I grew up,
    And got to know firsthand
    The monsters found in broad daylight.
    It was in those moments, filled with absolute terror,
    That I came to understand that the only monsters in this world are human.
    ©chezkeza

  • detour 7w

    Monsters

    How's it like to stay with the monsters
    Monsters of loneliness
    Or be it insecurities
    Maybe of dejections
    That of hatred
    And of envies
    And of some sorrows
    Just don't they haunt
    But become sole company
    From dusk till dawn
    Trapped in a silver wire cage
    Me with them
    All day long
    Without any ambition and with the least of emotion
    Share with them I
    All my fears and my procrastinations and my inclinations
    Monsters know it all
    Remember it all
    Every piece of moment
    To this maze which did lead
    No, they ain't scary
    Don't I mind their presence
    Better than a lot of humans
    Provide they some meaning
    About close ones of their absence
    Won't I elope this time
    We shall tell all tales instead
    Those unheard be unfold
    Into the the arcane corners of the room
    Some epic we shall create
    In future if that effaces the gloom
    ©detour

  • saakshisomaiya 7w

    Monsters

    Our mothers use to tell us
    Stories of monsters in childhood
    At that time we use to think it's all imaginative
    And even our mothers told
    That there are no monsters
    But have we ever wondered
    That these monsters are really present around us
    They sometimes come dressed
    As people that claim to love us
    And as the time pass they stab us
    Just like Brutus stabbed Julius Caesar.
    ©saakshisomaiya

  • suchi_02 9w

    Save me from this monster,
    That haunts me at night.
    That grows day after day.
    Save me from this devil,
    That won't leave me alone.
    That won't go away.

    ©suchi_02

  • akshay_vasu 12w

    Monsters inside you love to stay anonymous. The day you meet someone who manages to name each one of them, they begin to lose their powers.

    - Akshay Vasu

  • kashish_palrecha 12w

    Remember that you must do,
    When the undervalue you,
    When they think
    Your softness is your weakness,
    But they don't know
    They're treating with your kindness,
    And if they try to ruin you,
    They awaken
    Every monster,
    Every dragon,
    Every vampire
    That sleeps inside you,
    And you remind them,
    What hell looks like
    When it wears the skin
    Of a gentle human...
    And also reminds them,
    That you are a girl
    Which is magical to you
    When you are being treated good,
    But leftovers nothing of them
    When you are being treated bad....!!!
    Specially for boys: Girls have castles inside their bones, Coronets in their heart, if you threatens her with battle, she'll raise a whole war against you, and will surely win and never let her self respect down...
    ©kashish_palrecha

  • bhindeshitara 14w

    Monsters

    Whoever said, " Monsters aren't real ",
    They're wrong.
    Monsters are real.
    They exist.
    Among us.
    Their touch burns our soul.
    Their membranes don't need to push through ours.
    Their looks are enough to rip off the trembling piece of cloth.
    The sacred piece of cloth,
    That welcomes into the world,
    A baby girl.



    ©bhindeshitara

  • leahhkayee 14w

    Child Protective Services (CPS)

    Boogie monsters do exsist. 
    But instead,
    They take shape of
    childless humans,
    dressed in business casual,
    holding clip boards
    expressing they are there
    for the sake of the child(ren).
    ©leahhkayee

  • jmichaelschmidt 16w

    All the Monsters

    Fuck all you who say 'this is my way'
    Fuck all you who fought but not to save.

    Fuck all of you breeding violence, hate.
    Fuck all of you who kill, just another killing day.

    Fuck all of you who confuse weakness for a prey.
    Fuck all of you, gods and saints but only during the day.

    Fuck all of you, because you are what I was before...

    BUT NOT TODAY.


    ©jmichaelschmidt

  • ink_of_poison 18w

    People



    I'm no good at handling
    at handling people.These
    are monsters who act
    like people.

    They seems like blossoming
    Flowers , but their beauty is
    Curse it keeps me from seeing
    Who the real monsters are....





    #people #monsters #lifequote

    #mirakeeworld #writersworld

    #ink_chaos

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    People

    I'm no good at handling
    People. These are monsters
    Who act like people.

    They seems like blossoming
    Flowers , but their beauty is
    Curse it keeps me from seeing
    Who the real monsters are....
    ©ink_chaos

  • james_taumas 19w

    Undead night

    Dark science unleashed
    Graves breached
    Those that cannot slumber
    They hunger and crave
    Living flesh to satisfy
    Run, run
    These undead are fast
    They are unstoppable
    Don't get corralled
    You'll become their feast.

    ©james_taumas

  • vivant 20w

    December

    I was thinking about a lot of things:

    about stories
    and how they never end
    the way I want them to,
    haunting my mind
    as if I had anything to do with them;

    about monsters
    and how they shouldn't exist
    but that idea has never stopped me
    from believing that they do,
    eating me alive as I sleep;

    about lies
    and how they're kind of like stories
    that end up tearing everything apart
    or replacing the truth
    that you honestly can't remember anymore;

    about hobbies
    and how I have too many,
    and I should just commit to one,
    but I suppose how I spend my time is just
    as good a decision as any to linger on;

    and

    about depression
    and pride and arrogance
    and humility and confidence
    and how it's possible to simultaneously
    have all of them or none of them at all.

    I've just wasted time thinking about a lot of things.

    ©vivant

  • joyfuljoel 21w

    Real monsters are beautiful, they carry themselves like roses, or stallions. Real monsters dress up, get perfumed and live among us, sometimes within us.

    ©joyfuljoel