Estrangement meant dreaming of her lover’s adherence, but finding him in her kitchen one morning, his jacket smelling of unfamiliar patchouli.
He sat at the table, holding coffee he’d bought downtown. His eyes connected with hers before glancing to the corner by the pantry.
“I've been seeing your monster,” he said. He described its walk: convulsive and needy. He said that he's yet to hear its voice because it has a cry stuck in its throat that hasn’t grown legs.
She said, “Now it’s our monster.”
He gasped, latte spilling onto his sleeve. "It speaks."
About the Creator
A. Lenae
I'm learning how to find the heart and describe it, often using metaphors. Thanks for reading.
The Lun Brothers
There is a story that originated from the Zuxin Island telling a tale of two dragon brothers. It is believed that the dragons were created by a unnamed God that dwelled amongst The Seven, but remains unknown till this day. This unknown God created the dragons of Ein, but, unlike the dragons of fable, they did not look as such. The image of the dragons are still left to wonder, leaving mortals with only depictions and speculated images of what they once looked like. After the cataclysmic fall of Malacath, which caused the break of the world to transpire and corruption to exist, the dragons became heavily corrupted which altered their makeup. They were changed into large lizard-like demi-Gods whose size ranged from the heights of the heavens themselves, down to the simplest of scalies. They had sharp horns adorn their heads and along their jaws and limbs. They had leathery wings with a wingspan that could encapsulate the entire sky and eclipse the sunar, basking the world in total darkness.
By Kelly Johnsonabout 5 hours ago in Fiction
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith2 days ago in Humor
Comments (2)
I'm not quite sure i understand who the monster is? I love the way it's written though. You have a way with words that pulls the reader into wanting more. Is the person she becomes sometimes the monster they are talking about?
Now I'm a bit confused. But in a good way. I may or may not understand who is the monster or why unfamiliar patchouli, still like it!