Hush, child. The monster is at bay.

You see? Nothing under the covers, lurking in the shadows. Only little flecks of dust swirling peacefully in the light.

What's that, my child? No, that's not the monster. Why, if it were, it would've eaten you by now, wouldn't it, little one?

Dear child, sleep now. You will feel better in the morning.

This is just a little something I wrote a couple of years ago based on a dream I had.

He looked around the park and realized that he was surrounded by the people he loved. They all stared sadly back at him as their colours faded to grey. He ran forward, trying to save them, but each time, he was too late. As the last person was being consumed, a ( Read more... )