Writing Prompt
STORY STARTER
Submitted by WildThing
There's a monster under my bed.
Write a story or poem with the prompt as the first line
Writings
Monsters: Mental Health Awareness 
In the shadowed depths of my mind, they creep,
Monsters born from thoughts I keep,
Silent whispers, haunting cries,
Twisting truths and crafting lies.
In the dead of night, they stir,
Phantoms of the things that were,
Regrets that claw, doubts that bind,
Feeding on my fractured mind.
At night, when I am alone in bed,
They whisper things inside my head.
They tell me that I will never be enough,
T...
Monster Under The Bed
In the dead of night, when shadows creep,
While the rest of the world is fast asleep,
A monster lurks under your bed, twisted and grim,
It slithers forth, creeping closer, inch by inch,
It’s long, clawed fingers, tapping slow,
Waiting for its time to hunt its prey.
Close your eyes and hold your breath,
Pray morning comes, and saves you from death.
For in the darkness,
A monster with blood red ey...
Hide and Seek
There’s a monster under my bed. I hear it breathing. Feel it breathing. As if each breathe it takes, lifts me up ever so slightly. I can smell it. The same aroma I smelt not long ago, perhaps only 20 minutes ago some where in the house. My body is rigid with anticipation, adrenaline. I’m ready to pounce the first chance I get. I cannot let it win over me again, not again. Every day, every night, I...
The thing
There’s a monster under my bed
I can feel his presence
The heaviness of it makes it hard to breath
His red eyes glare at me
Waiting for me to drift to sleep
So he can snatch me and drag me with him to his hallow home
My eyes are shut now
He slithers out of the darkness
His body hovers over mine
Although my eyes are shut I know he is there waiting for me
I can feel his warm muggy breath on my skin...
Monster Under My Bed
There’s a monster under my bed
Though it might just be my meds
Like my mother and father said
“Lilith, it’s all just in your head.”
The monster tells me these things
The words make my brain sting
I know I shouldn’t give in
But thoughts continue to ring
My walls are painted white
My bed coverings tucked in tight
No other sign of living life
Except for me speaking my fright
They held my ...