What Makes Us Human

Are You a Monster?

Underwater Enchantress

Masked behind a maze of rocks the siren waits for dinner. She hums her haunting lullaby.

The sky splatters droplets onto the surface of the ocean, accompanying her sorrowful song with the rhythm of a drum. Her charming voice lures a ship full of men.

Disoriented by the downpour, they follow where the echoes begin.

The figure dips down into the frenzied waves. As they approach, a brave soul dives into the depths after her.

He is face to face with a beast.

Expanding her rows of fangs, they twinkle in the blue abyss. One sister grabs his ankles, while she holds onto his wrists.

A wild whirlpool of iridescent tresses swarm around his body and begin to smother the prey.

The rest of the crew call out to their friend below the crimson canvas. All they see below the murky water is an army of beady eyes glaring back.

Hidden Monster

I.

They waited patiently for nightfall to stalk through the midnight air. She jerked her body along the path of the dingy alleyway. Lights flickered above deteriorating doors. The walls of buildings cracked and crumbled. Her figure morphed in and out of physical focus. She was a ravenous blur creeping behind shadows. Laughter echoed from a group of men farther up the path. Her monster growled behind blood red lips. Contorting her body backward, a skeletal, black mass separated itself from her being. It latched itself onto her back, digging in deeply with its sharp claws. She stepped forward into the illumination of purple and green LEDs. The men whistled and howled at the girl, distracted by her beauty. None of them saw the creature rise over her head with its spiteful glare and widening rows of fearsome fangs. All that remained was the sound of their screams.

II.

She was betrayed by her beloved. He used, abused, and pushed her to a breaking point. His insults bruised her body and mind. She sold her soul in hopes of ridding herself of the anger that burned her flesh and the sadness that weighed down her heart. Over time, she carried out her plan to escape her mortal emotions. She gathered ingredients, collected candles, practiced drawing symbols, and memorized the chants. The girl did not realize she was inviting in a demon to take her soul’s place. She did not realize her mistake until it was too late.

III.

Now she lets the creature carry its nightly patrols, guiding the hungry beast towards every despicable soul.

No One Wants to be Friends with the Little Vampire

It is 8:00 pm. Again.

I am awake, but all the kids are getting ready for bed. While they brush their teeth and moan about school the next day, I am getting dressed, ready to hunt and play.

I always wave to the children on my street, when they head off to school on dark, dreary mornings. But they never return the gesture and smile back at me, I guess cuz’ I’m the weird little girl whose fangs are alarming.

If only I could invite them to a sleepover and let them see my pretty dolls and dresses. But my family would probably devour them whole, then I’d have to help them clean up the messes.

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