The monster

It was on a chilling November night that the beginning of the miserable life I gave began. Midnight was the hour I worked and pushed to, 1763’s winter was cruel and rain hammered on the weak, stained windows, moonlight shone eagerly translucent1

Onto my cold study floor. All that I could see with the dull candle I held was the silk like cobwebs and the bundled books around me. I was just about to fuse life into my creation, when by the gusts of whistling icy wind my candle flickered out. Striking a match to replenish light to a new candle, I saw it. It’s shrivelled features showed a dreary forehead, shallowly shuteyes that seemed to move! Its mouth a slender blue, but the most attractive, if it can be, was the beautifully crafted hair that flowed steadily. 2

The anorexic body twitched and the black fingertips clenched a strong fist, yet still remaining was the heroic being I imagined, it stubbornly lingered in my mind. I could hear the twittering of the unused draftee corridors and the rain outside. The gangrenous beast convulsed as I injected life. It was then when my dreams vanished into the hollow throat of Satan’s cackle. It’s eyes shot open and it heaved a heavy eerie dusty sigh, sitting bolt up right.3

I attempted to flee but my legs were steal and my scream was drowned by petrification. Slouched, it reached out for me, groaning joints and a creaking jaw brought me back, I ran. Sprinted out my house across the courtyard, over my fence and through the thick trees behind my home. I ran until my lungs compressed, collapsing in a leafy ditch where my mind played the monster standing up, over and over again. These very few moments that I waited in my own ignorance cost me my sanity, scared and alone I wept. My feelings before had been numb from anxiety, but now, the fear was unimaginable and was beyond human words, here it started, the beginning of hell, pure but true, I was helpless………..4