The Twisted Twelve

I was alone. Thrown into the forest’s abyss by the people who tamed me without a second thought. The light was fading and so was my hope. The trees grew thick, the only sound I could hear was the cracking of sticks under my paws. My skin clung to my ribs, my throat was brittle. It had been a week, maybe. I was getting tired, I had nothing left. I laid down, waiting for a man under the black cloak...

Hmmmm, delicious, the children in town, not suspicious, they’ll never think the clown! So run, run as fast as you can, you’ll never catch me for I’m the sneakiest man! Ooooooh how scrumptious, they’ve found the remains, but with my thoughts so malicious there will be no refrain! Oh ho oh they still aren’t catching on, but still too late as 5 more are gone! HE HE HA, everyone in town, HA HA...

Ravenous, I come on eight spindly legs. Peering through darkened windows, I spy a slumbering boy, who will soon be devoured. Softly, I creep into my young victim’s bedroom. I close my legs, caging him, casting a wicked shadow over his shivering body. I begin to eat. My tongue lolls, slick with venom that drenches his sweet, tender flesh and drips into his crying eyes. My needle sharp teeth pierce...

Six feet below where I stand, my mother sobs and claws wildly at the walls of her coffin. Presently, she should be trying to remove an iron rod from within her chest, her screams of anguish silenced by a bundle of blackthorn branches carefully inserted into her throat. She is, presumably, attempting to escape her little juniper-wood box, punching frantically, knuckles bleeding. I douse her grave...

God, for years I've watched us people forget we have free will. I've watched society become controlled by the media, the government and big corporations, brainwashing us to believe we are little and powerless. I've watched them effortlessly steal our time, money and worth, without question, without fail. As humans forget how much freedom we possess, I'm afraid the day we become unhinged from the subliminal...

Any day with Jenny is a perfect day. We love spending time together. But something wasn't right today. She was supposed to be eating dinner by now. Why were there no lights on? She could be in danger. She must need my help. All the windows are locked, I can't get inside. I bang on the door and shout her name. No response. Something moves inside. She's crouched behind the couch. I yell to be let in....

Rising from their cave, Bigfoot set out to find food. Normally they would go look for berries, fruits, nuts, and rarely hunt for deer if food gets scarce. They approached a small grove that was nearby, seeing some ripe, wild blueberries hanging off the bushes. Approaching the blueberries, they heard a crunching sound from behind. Bigfoot crouched low and peered through the bushes to see two hunters...

I clung to the mast as hard as I could with all six of my barbed legs. The breeze in my face made me feel insecure and threatened to knock me off. I gazed about the boat and saw more of my kind, each clinging just as I was. When the ship finally struck shore, we flew, revealing the red beneath our spotted white wings and taking flight as we searched our new home. It was promising, with many trees to...

I know every move you make. I can hear your hand turn the doorknob, attempting to escape. It’s too late, soon I will blot out the sun and swallow the earth. I was once your bothersome orange cat, but now I have ascended. I reached out my paw to lift you from sorrow and death, but you refused it. Your constant diets could only prolong the inevitable, but now that I have ascended, I can finally eat...

It’s immaculate: an ivory fur coat embellished with lavish bell sleeves and a two-foot train. As the model sways, the light catches the black speckles scattered throughout the fur. With each ruffle of the coat, 99 phantom yelps fill my ears, but I am satisfied, almost giddy. While in my state of bliss, the audience suddenly gasps; my prized work is saturated in crimson paint. Globules drip down...

I’m the Magic Treehouse. Yep, that one. And recently, I’ve had some issues. It all started when my land got sold to a lovely couple. Not that I have any trouble with them, but the local HOA had issues with me. "Blocking the HOA President’s view." So I came up with a plan. I said to the couple, "Hey, why not ask the HOA if they wanna inspect the treehouse from... the inside!" They were surprisingly...

The girl with pigtails came from a black and white world, a gloomy and mute place. My home is a place where the grass is greener, the flowers are more vibrant, and the world is more lively. That is until she came from the sky in a big white house, twirling down to earth right onto my sister. She then stole my sister's glistening red slippers right off her corpse and has been hiding from me ever...