The Monster (Literary Lion Challenge – Week 2)

Please enjoy my entry for this week’s #LiteraryLion challenge, hosted by Laura Gabrielle Feasey.

This week’s prompt was “eye” and I must admit, it took me a while to find some inspiration for this one. I only came up with an idea I really loved and felt inspired to write, last night.

The challenge, as always, is to tell a prompt-inspired tale in 400 words or less, in seven days. You can find out more about it here.


The Monster

By Donna-Louise Bishop

Snuggle Monster under the bed.

Snuggle Monster under the bed.

His parents told him there was no such thing as monsters, but Billy knew they were wrong. He knew this because he had one living under his bed.

Every night his mum would tuck him in, read him a story, kiss his forehead and hand him ‘Fuffy’, his blanket.

“Nun-nights Billy. Sleep well,” she called gently through the crack left in the doorway.

“No mummy, don’t go.”

“Nun-nights sweetheart. Time for bed now.” Her voice grew distant as she walked down the stairs.

“Mummy…” Billy hid further under Fuffy.

It started the same every night.

First he would hear heavy breathing coming from under the bed. Hiss snort, hiss snort, hiss snort. Next, the sound of fingernails ran along the wooden slats. Crackle tap, crackle tap, crackle tap. Then finally, Billy heard the monster shuffle along the carpet, making his way up to eat him. Ruffle slip, ruffle slip, ruffle slip.

Billy begged the monster to leave him alone, pleaded with him to stay under the bed. He promised to eat his vegetables every night, promised to always say please and thank you, he even promised to kiss his great-nanny Hilda on the lips even with dried-on, crusty food stuck in the corners of her mouth.

It was no good; the monster came anyway.

Two googly eyes greeted him in the dark, shinning bright green like the centre of a marble left out in the sun. The monster grinned at Billy, with his dirty, smelly teeth, puffing the scent of great-nanny Hilda’s kipper breakfast into his face. Billy froze and watched in horror as the monster ran his grimy, broken, razor nail down Billy’s face. It was all too much.

“Mummy! Mummy! Muuumm-mmeeeee!”

Billy watched the monster scuttle back under the bed as a thud, thud, thud noise from footsteps on the stairs thundered into Billy’s bedroom.

His mum pushed the door open and glared at the frightened boy. In her hand was a fork with a mouthful of pork chop speared on its prongs.

“Billy! For the last time. There is no such thing as monsters.” She peered under the bed and, satisfied she was right, closed the door.

“Go to bed – Now!”

Billy pulled his Fuffy closer and held it tight.

That was the worst thing about having a monster living under your bed. No one believed you.

(390 words)

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About Donna-Louise Bishop

I'm a writer, freelance reporter, creative writing tutor, and blogger, living in the beautiful county of Norfolk UK. In my spare time I am also a wife, a mother to three boys, and a human washing machine.
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9 Responses to The Monster (Literary Lion Challenge – Week 2)

    • Donna-Louise Bishop says:

      Thank you so much. I have already received two nominations for this award so I will add your questions to my on-going post. Very kind of you to think of me.

  1. This would be great as a children’s story, as long as it didn’t make them think about monsters under their own beds! 😉

    • Donna-Louise Bishop says:

      Haha – yes I agree! I based the character on my own two-year-old. And the monster in the picture is his toy “Snuggle Monster” 😉

      • What a fab place to look for inspiration, I bet he gives you plenty of ideas?!

      • Donna-Louise Bishop says:

        Oh yes. I’m currently working on a piece about a recent hair pulling incident… Writing about it takes the “cringe” factor away! My boys give me so much to write about. They’ve even helped me “win” NaNoWriMo one year, giving me an inspired tale to tale 😊

      • That’s marvellous, it’s great to be able to interpret your surrounds into stories you can write, I guess that’s why they do say to ‘write what you know’!

  2. Sonya says:

    Poor Billy! I love your descriptions of the monster (especially the marble-in-the-sunshine eyes), but great-nanny Hilda sounds rather spooky, as well. Great stuff 🙂

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