I'm showing you my monster not through a picture, but through words.
It's just laying there, watching my every move with its gold angular eyes. They seem to be looking inside me, searching for something. Every now and then it would open it's mouth to show its razor like teeth and I'm surprised they aren't yellow and rotting, but pearly white. When it stretches you can see it's claws, ready to attack at any moment. Sighing, I know I can never relax when I'm next to a cat.
"For sale: baby shoes, never worn." —Ernest Hemingway
Didn't make it....but this thing haunts my nightmares...with a emphasis on the N in hauNt. *nods vigorously*
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Never give up on yourself or others. Fight for what is in your heart, not in your head. And if it all comes down to it, Die on your feet before yo live on your knees.
Yellow crooked teeth protruded from his mouth. His skin was paler than snow. Spikes covered every inch of his skull. His eyes were black soulless abyss' that literally can steal one's soul. The worst part was his hands. Bloodied and curved, his fingernails ran out of his hands, guts still hanging off the ends. We stood there staring at each other. Then he attacked. I panicked as he ran at me. I curled up in a ball and waited for death. Then I woke up.
My monster.
"Aaloo is potato in urdu, like AAAAAA-loo, or like AAAAA-look such delicious deliciousness." -Pompadour
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