never grow up.I have a monster living underneath my bed.More Like This
Hes made up of burnt frog skin, white-red cobweb veined eyes and a collection of missing pebble teeth. Sometimes we play scrabble.
(The first time he was just a mechanical hum beneath the bowing wooden planks, he was just a faint smell of green and he was just a hot cloud of fog around my lips. Its the wind, its the wind, I breathed. Then he breathed back, heavy and loud and monster-like; AM NOT.)
He always spoke in capitals; MONSTERS ARE MUCH TOO SCARY FOR LOWER-CASED LETTERS, he informed me one night under pink covers. I shined the flashlight into his eyes until they changed colour and he bared his teeth.
He sometimes visits my dreams. The grass turns sickly where he trudges and the woodland creatures whimper and scramble in his wake. WHERES MY HUG? He holds his warm monster limbs out, palms snatching me from my happy-ever-after and grins gap-toothily. I manage a chuckle as I buckle in his embrace.
He used to keep me
How I Became BlindA most curious thing happened to me after I woke up one day and saw my brother - He was dyed in purple from head to toe, cut off only by his white shirt and jeans. The colour purple peeked out from the slit between the shirt and the jeans; thus I dismissed the slight possibility that it was by some mutation of the sun, unless it spread overnight, for he was of perfect normalcy just the day before.More Like This
The others were just as peculiar when their figures met my eyes during breakfast, all colours on full display. Even if there were similar colours between them, let us say for example, purple, they were a variation of purple, some so concentrated it bordered on being black. In fact, I think it was arguably black. All in all, there were no two people of the same shade.
This was not a prank pulled by amateurs during Halloween. No, I sensed it immediately while I set eyes on my dear brother just now; this was the real thing. This was not Devil's trickery, this was Truth itself.
I tried to be subt