I learned at a young age that, if you aren’t afraid of them, the monsters in the closet and under your bed can be your friends.
Much later in life, I learned how to get them to do my bidding.
Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
I learned at a young age that, if you aren’t afraid of them, the monsters in the closet and under your bed can be your friends.
Much later in life, I learned how to get them to do my bidding.
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To whomever finds this record, please know how sorry I am that I cause the
When I told my father about the monsters in my closet, he asked me to describe them very carefully.
Then he took me over to his closet, made me open the doors and then showed me the ancient, family weaponry we would use to kill them all.
I stand on the balcony in the best cold weather gear money could once buy, hefting a pickaxe and looking at the frozen things on the common below.
They said the Zombie Apocalypse would be the end of us all; all we had to do was hold out until Winter hit Montreal.
It’s always been easier to cut flesh, to cleave sinew and separate bone.
Putting them back together requires so much more effort: look what beauty I have made!
Mommy took me to the zoo.
I am still waiting for her to come back.
Ever since he was a boy, he had an undying passion for a woman’s beautiful eyes. Now on his deathbed, he insists that his collection of 300 pairs of eyes be buried with him.
You finish cleaning the soap out of your eyes, that’s when you hear a whisper telling you not to turn around.
Mum screamed, “if in doubt, kill them!”. I killed her this morning, there was no doubt.
While lying in bed trying to go to sleep, I heard my dog scratching my bedroom door. As I got up to let her in, I found her sleeping at the side of the bed.
John glances at the repetitively scratched guardrails fencing in the bed and wonders what terrorized them. The doctor simply whispers the phrase “no anaesthesia,” while wiping the saw.
I saw the sniper’s muzzle flash a kilometer off, but the bullet moved faster than me. I only had time enough to think, “I shouldn’t have come to Afghanistan.”
The last human on earth sat in his kitchen, contemplating life. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, there was a knock at the door…
I broke into the old building’s basement to get out of the cold in and rain; a voice in the dark whispered “Get out.”
And I hissed back, “Make me.”
I dreamt I was killed; not by the ax she struck me with from behind but by the company of my unsound mind.
Fighting to shake the sleep off my skin, I clutched the dream catcher by the lining of the coffin where my headboard once had been.
Just as I was finished washing the dishes my daughter pulled on my yellow dress and beckoned me to follow her to her room. She still held tightly as I walked into the empty room, remembering that my daughter had died two weeks ago.
It was 3am, cold and dark, I walked to the kitchen for food. When I opened the refrigerator for something to munch… there was no food. AT ALL..
I heard something taping on the ball behind me. When I turn my head I saw a huge spider with his mouth open ready to eat me.
“Please don’t leave me here; I hate the dark.” That was the last thing she ever said.
Your daughter wakes you up to say that there is a monster outside her window, and tell her to go to sleep and say that they are just trees.
You got to sleep but suddenly wake up to screams and realise there are no trees outside the window.