Page 12 - WordSmyth VI Summer 2020

The Beast
It was a miserable December night. Rain lashed and not a single ray of moonlight was shining. Every bone in my body ached with fatigue and I wiped the dripping sweat from my forehead. After years and years of endless work it was finally finished; the masterpiece.
My eyes lingered on the hideous figure lying, unconscious before me. It was two in morning when by the dim light from the sole candle next to me I saw the monster twitch. At first, I thought my eyes were deceiving me; however as looked closer I could see its broad chest gently moving in and out. It was alive. Hands trembling, I tried to quickly think about what on earth to do. The monster had now started to stir, and I tried not to panic. Suddenly, it rolled over to face me, and I saw two small yellow eyes glaring back at me. These hit me like a bullet and I quickly threw myself over to the safety of the door.
The beast slowly got up, its dark blue veins protruding its thin grey skin and watery eyes adjusting to the light; it had jet black hair and long bony fingers that looked as if they could just snap off. It tried to walk over to me with its curved, muscular legs but failed as I had earlier surrounded it within an electrical cage. Falling to the ground with a thump the creature gave such a piercing shriek that I had cover my own ears in an attempt to not have my own eardrums blown to pieces.
After the few minutes of excitement had passed, I felt a wave uncertainty wash over me. Although, my dream had finally come true I now realised that I could not look after this deadly creature. Not knowing what else to do, I ascended up the stairs to bed trying to forget about the nightmare living in my very own basement.
The dreadful hours that followed were the worst of my life, filled with horror I found it impossible to get to sleep. The thought that I had created such a horrific creature was tearing into my heart with every breath I took. Staggering over to the window, I tried to take in some air but even this was no use. I gazed up the at the stars, twinkling like diamonds in the night sky, longing to be floating millions of miles away with not a care in the world. However, this was not the case, I took off my slippers and sat down on my four poster bed promising to myself that I would come up with a plan by morning; to get rid of the beast once and for all...
By Thomas Jennings
WordSmyth VI Summer 2020
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