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Write about someone finding a monster under their bed.

Posted in Kids on Oct 21, 2022

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Gerald

Submitted to Contest #169

“Somebody has to tell Gerald that Peter moved out.”Morgan and Nic, Peter’s parents, thought about doing rocks, paper, scissors to see who would do it. It’s not that they were afraid of Gerald. They simply didn’t know how to broach the subject with a three-headed monster. Which head would they give the news to? Did it matter? Neither one of them had been in Peter’s room since they packed up his things and dropped him off at the university.“Don’t forget to tell Gerald that I’m gone,” he said to them as he was folding t-shirts in his new dorm, ...

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Monster Rules

Shortlisted for Contest #169 ⭐️

To the monster living under my bed, it’s time to set some rules. We can skip right past the interrogation, how long have you been living here?, what are you doing under there, and why? I don’t really need to know all that, or I’m too scared to ask after we locked eyes the other night when I came home past 2AM a little more drunk than usual. Your bumpy, spiked reptilian tail was enough to scare the living bageezus out of me, did you really have to turn around and stare like that? With those florescent, glow-in-the-dark, green eyes? ...

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Monster Under My Bed

Shortlisted for Contest #169 ⭐️

Monster Under My Bed The exact details are hazy. I was in college, my junior or senior year, and it was a creative writing class. We were in the computer lab that day, working on our personal essays, but many of us were stuck. “Take a snapshot from your life,” our professor told us. “Select a good one- a hard one, a happy one. Take your pick. And then write about it. How hard can it be?” Behind the glib tone, however, a smile; he was heckling us, and we returned it with equal fervor. Mock fervor; pretend outrage. Our relationship with him...

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I Killed The Monster Under My Bed

Submitted to Contest #169

My mind was drifting elsewhere while riding the bus to only God knows where. People inside the bus were wearing costumes for Halloween but I was too preoccupied to notice. They also didn’t notice the bloodstains which drenched my shirt. Or maybe they thought it was a costume. I could not shake the events earlier from my mind. I killed the monster lurking under my bed. I could still hear the sound as I stabbed him repeatedly with a knife as if it was recorded and playing in a loop to my ears. By the way, my name is Thea and I’ll tell you how ...

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Butterscotch the Brave

Submitted to Contest #169

Not so long ago and not so far away there lived a knight: Butterscotch the Brave. At first glance, he appeared unimpressive and his only defining features were his namesake butterscotch-coloured curls. He was not particularly muscly, nor was he exceptionally tall (in fact, he was slightly shorter than average), but his loyalty and big heart were second-to-none - matched only by his bravery. The night Butterscotch’s bravery was born began in a place few would expect: a child’s bedroom.  In the quiet dark of her bedroom atop her messy ...

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Stuck

Submitted to Contest #169

Stuck  “Don’t look under the bed.” Mom said and gave me a good night kiss.  “Why?” I just had to ask.   “Your favorite question again. ‘Why, why, why.’ Well, you might find something you don’t want there. That’s why. Good night.” Mom left the room with the door slightly opened so I could see the hallway light. Then again in the morning, the light was always off. That spooked me each time when I thought about it.  Now, here is a different situation, I thought.  Why did Mom tell me not to look under the bed...

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Don't Look Under Your Bed

Submitted to Contest #169

Oliver woke with a start to someone calling his name. Was it his parents? Maybe it was from his dream. His room was pitch black from the midnight darkness and he lay quietly, listening for the voice. A faint scratchy whisper drifted up to his ears. "Oliverrrrr. Oliverrrrr," the voice spoke. Oliver shivered. Was he still dreaming? The voice sounded like it came from directly under him. Oliver wrapped the covers protectively around him and peered over his bed. "Oliverrrrrrr," the voice continued. The night surrounded Oliver in darkness, so it...

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The Shadow Eater

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       Jamie Green grew up in a house full of monsters. Her dad drew them for comic books and his office was littered with sketches of fanged, nightmarish creatures. It might have been cool, having a comic writer for a dad. But Tom believed monsters were real, and that one had taken his sister when they were children. It grew to a point of obsession, which is why Jamie’s mom wasn’t around anymore. But Jamie stayed. She hoped she could one day convince him to go back to therapy and tackle the real monsters: ...

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Under The Bed

Submitted to Contest #169

When Thomas was four years old he woke to a strange noise coming from his closet. It was a sound like a slow moving creature walking through his toybox. Down the hall the light from his mother’s bedroom was on. Thomas got out of bed and went to his mother’s room where she was curling her hair in the bathroom.  “Mom, there is something in my toybox,” he said.  “What do you mean?” she asked..  “I hear something. It's moving around, and it's scaring me.” “Oh it's fine, it's just your step father,” she said.  It didn't m...

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Noctuary

Submitted to Contest #169

Damian sat with his legs dangling over the edge of the rocking deck of the ship, holding onto the lower rung of the metal railing and gazing at the horizon. The waning sunset was a blaze of glorious color, the drifting clouds purple against the red western sky, with the swells of the Atlantic ocean sapphire-blue beneath. The old adage red sky at night, sailor’s delight bobbed to the surface of his thoughts. As stars materialized in the darkling eastern sky, Damian headed below deck, occasionally steadying himself with the rails lining t...

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Grounded

Submitted to Contest #169

Arachne was stomping around her room - it was the most annoyed she’d ever been. Grounded? ...On Halloween, of all nights?! She wished the house was a little smaller so that her parents - who had violated the most sacred rule of the parents of magic users - could hear her little stomps down on the first floor.  “Sid, can you believe this?” Arachne asked her fluffy pink bed in consternation, picking up her favorite pink unicorn plush from off the floor. She waited, then looked underneath. Right when Arachne was lying on the fluf...

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Fear No Shadow

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Ignorance is the soil of lies, darkness nourishes the roots. -Dad Currently, Grumpkin didn’t have lips, but if he did, he would have licked them. All he had was eyes, and they narrowed on the plump object in the room.  “When’s that blasted moon coming, I’m tired of being so flat. I wanna sink my teeth into one of these toys.”  Phlegmdrake rolled his yellow eyes. “Remind me never to shadeskip with you again, you’ve got the patience of a piranha.” Grumpkin’s red eyes burned, turning the shadows under the little bed crimson. “...

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Cheep Cheep and the Soccer Socks Incident

Submitted to Contest #169

The worst part was, it was leaking. Turning the carpet under my bed into a puddle the size of a swimming pool. Which, yeah, I’d begged Dad to build one this summer, but in like, I don’t know, the backyard? At least my room was above the bathroom. Can you imagine the questions if the solid “drip, drip, drip” started pelting my parents in the face while they lay in bed?  “Don’t worry Mom, just a little monster. Looks like a baby, really. Why is it sitting in a puddle of its own excrement? Gee, I don’t know. ...

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Good Luck Monster

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Good Luck Monster            Michael tried to tell his dads that there was a monster under his bed, they did not believe him, but he could hear it under there!            One night, Michael was brave enough to look. His dads had tucked him in, he could hear his sister Abby snoring down the hall, and everything was quiet except for the monster under his bed. That thing was always moving, turning over like it couldn’t get comfy… &nbs...

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The Safest Place

Submitted to Contest #169

“Are you all right, Jared?” His mother’s voice was soothing, gentle, like he was a nervous colt and might bolt if handled the wrong way. “I’m okay, Mom,” he replied, forcing a smile. Her hands fussed with his blankets, smoothing them, tucking them under his chin. “I could stay with you until you fall asleep.” Weak smile still in place, he shook his head. “You shouldn’t, Mom. Dr. Dean said I have to get over this on my own.” “I know.” A deep frown furrowed her brow. “I know.” “Don’t worry, Mom.” He knew she meant well, but right now, it was r...

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