Day 67 Writing Short Stories

Breakfast

I ducked and rolled under the way as debris swung over my head. The roar filled the city streets, and most likely normies thought it was thunder or an earthquake, but it was a fucking monster the size of a building. I have seen some big ones in my time, but this one takes the cake.

I dared to glance behind me. It was a mistake. The thing had gotten car over its head, and it was planning to flatten me into one of those breakfasts you are not supposed to eat any longer, not if it isn’t made of bananas.

With that determination, the thing was going to break loose soon in our dimension, and then the monster wouldn’t be the only one wanting to flatten me. I would have to explain myself to my superiors, and they weren’t known for their fairness. They sent me here, and this is my problem.

This is why I hate interdimensional monsters. I take your typical bogeyman or werewolf anytime over the sci-fi shit that leaks into our world now and then. I’m pretty sure that there are some gray aliens sending them here to test our defenses. No proof yet, though.

I took cover behind a car as the other one flew over my head. I was glad it was just a representation of one; otherwise, it would have mashed the new Apple shop, and again, I would have had to do more than explain myself to my superiors. Still, it could have flattened me, as I had to position myself into the dimension the monster existed in to kill it.

I pulled my blaster out of my holster and aimed at the thing. The pulse kicked me back, and I heard a roar as the monster got its share. The green thing now had a huge hole in its left side, and it was pissed off, as if it hadn’t been already.

A silver bullet to a werewolf would have sent it to its grave, just saying.

I took another aim, and this time I ignored the monster rolling towards me. I kept my hand steady and let out a pulse. The shot smashed the monster’s head, spewing green goo all over me. I collapsed against the car.

My stomach churned. I needed coffee and pancakes ASAP.

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See, sometimes the writing gods are merciful, and they let you write something you like. Okay, I mostly focused on the action and overcoming-a-monster parts of the parameters while staying with a first-person point of view. What I didn’t take too seriously was the contemporary writing style. But we already know I struggle to alter my style from what I’m used to. When I get the lyrical one, I usually try to play with words. I’m glad I didn’t get it now, and I could be more straightforward with my writing.

What I have noticed when writing these prompts is that I like monsters, literal ones. Not the figurative literary kind with dark psyche and all that wonderful nonsense I leave to others. I like actual monsters, and I enjoy writing them into this world. Though with my Glorious Mishap books I make them gentle and exist with humans, who are more monstrous than they are, in a fantasy setting. Cruxh, the gentle, philosophical ghoul, is a great example of that. He has more page time once I get back to writing my fifth book in Necropolis.

But I know I cannot write about monsters all the time, or can I?

Thank you for reading! Have an amazingly fun and happy monstrous day ❤