Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2016 16:02:02 GMT -5
Im doing the writing contest thing again and this one is about monsters coming out when its dark out. Prompt 2 or something I think
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I wasn’t scared at first. I thought things would be okay. I was wrong. It wasn’t until the sun went down that I got really terrified.
It wasn’t very late when the sky went dark and everything went to sleep. Everything except for me and them. They never sleep. Even during the day they didn’t sleep, they were not dormant, just hidden. They were looming overhead and ready to pounce. They waited. They waited for the sun to set and then they emerged because there was nobody out there who could stop them. They came, all screaming and laughing and taunting and ripping into my head until I burst into tears and cried. So I cried. I curled up on the floor and cried. I was stupid, I was crazy. I never did anything right! But I didn’t want to let them get me. But they did, they always did. Still, I stayed awake. Even in the dead of night I sat in bed, upright and listening, heart pounding. God, oh god, I didn’t want to let them get to me. How could they always manage creep back inside? Why do people act like they aren’t dragging me down? Why do they think I’m okay?
“Things will get better,” my mom told me once. She was a liar.
“I had the same problem,” my dad said. He was a liar too.
“I have it worse,” my sister had argued. Liar! You’re all goddamn liars! You’re worse than they are!
I don’t sleep. I spend hours awake, eyes wide and hair falling out, biting my nails. I sleep in class. In school. I don’t mean to, but I just can’t keep my head up. They weigh me down, drag me down. There’s no way out. I don’t escape them. I never will. They will catch up with me someway, somehow, and no matter what I do they find a way in. There’s no way to run when all I’ve done is lock myself in. I’m stuck. I can’t hide. I’ve got myself trapped and there’s no way out. I’m here for the rest of my days being hunted by numbers, by letters. They’ve ruined my life. Who ever gave me these grades is no friend of mine.
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I wasn’t scared at first. I thought things would be okay. I was wrong. It wasn’t until the sun went down that I got really terrified.
It wasn’t very late when the sky went dark and everything went to sleep. Everything except for me and them. They never sleep. Even during the day they didn’t sleep, they were not dormant, just hidden. They were looming overhead and ready to pounce. They waited. They waited for the sun to set and then they emerged because there was nobody out there who could stop them. They came, all screaming and laughing and taunting and ripping into my head until I burst into tears and cried. So I cried. I curled up on the floor and cried. I was stupid, I was crazy. I never did anything right! But I didn’t want to let them get me. But they did, they always did. Still, I stayed awake. Even in the dead of night I sat in bed, upright and listening, heart pounding. God, oh god, I didn’t want to let them get to me. How could they always manage creep back inside? Why do people act like they aren’t dragging me down? Why do they think I’m okay?
“Things will get better,” my mom told me once. She was a liar.
“I had the same problem,” my dad said. He was a liar too.
“I have it worse,” my sister had argued. Liar! You’re all goddamn liars! You’re worse than they are!
I don’t sleep. I spend hours awake, eyes wide and hair falling out, biting my nails. I sleep in class. In school. I don’t mean to, but I just can’t keep my head up. They weigh me down, drag me down. There’s no way out. I don’t escape them. I never will. They will catch up with me someway, somehow, and no matter what I do they find a way in. There’s no way to run when all I’ve done is lock myself in. I’m stuck. I can’t hide. I’ve got myself trapped and there’s no way out. I’m here for the rest of my days being hunted by numbers, by letters. They’ve ruined my life. Who ever gave me these grades is no friend of mine.
