The Beast- a story/poem

The Beast

 

 

A fearsome sight.

Yes.

The beast had three eyes,

all different colors.

But the middle was a light blue.

Possibly blind.

Maybe almost makes it human.

But not the way it's skin glistened in the light,

like a snakes' when in the rain.

 

Slowly it moved towards me.

The more I froze,

The closer it got,

and the stronger the smell.

 

Oh, It was terrible!

Like it just came out of a sewer.

That gut-wrenching smell!

How I wanted to kill it,

End it's reign of terror.

 

But then I thought,

Perhaps if I open my eyes

It will stop.

But maybe

it won't.

 

I thought more and more.

And more and more

the smell went away.

And never did I feel the monsterous hands touch me.

And so I felt that 

it never meant to hurt me.

 

But as I opened my eyes

only the sun blinded me.

Not the beast.

And never again did I see it.

 

Why?

I do not know.

First the sun blinded me by surprise.

Then I just kept thinking,

"Was the beast a Dream

Or a Nightmare?"

Author's Note

if its confusing good. I want it to be. To get yourself thinking, "What is it in our dreams, or were those dreams nightmares?"

Reviews

[Aggie Skeleton]

I was thinking all throughout it, wondering all the while about "the beast". I liked this poem, one of my faves.

[Eva]

It kept me thinking and wondering about the beast.

[Havatara]

I liked it. It did get me thinking. I noticed that you had a lot of sentence fragments instead of complete sentences, so I would change some of that, but other than that it was interesting and I enjoyed reading it.

[A.Lee]

Creative. I like that you allowed the reader to develop their own interpretation by describing things but not quite telling us what the outcome is. Dreams can be really weird sometimes and seem incredibly real.