This story is written as a response to the Muse on Monday writing prompt for May 19, 2025: A figure in a black cloak and sword approaches you and tells you not to be afraid. Head Monsters I had a list of people to see that day. A figure in a dark cloak wasn’t one of…
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The Lobster Pot
The Lobster Pot Stomach rumbling, I spied a restaurant sign ahead: The Lobster Pot. It wasn’t seafood, just a dimly-lit diner at the end of a long hallway. “I’m curious,” I asked when I was paying, “why call it The Lobster Pot?” “The way it’s built,” the waiter replied, smiling. “Easier in than out.” A…
First Snowfall
First Snow I loved the house. Until the first snowfall. I was going to my car when I spotted tracks leading from the shed: odd organic impressions with claws marks splaying at random angles. They led to my basement door, now open. Something is in my house, I thought, suddenly terrified. Sometime during the night,…
My Pet Rog
My Pet Rog I have a pet cat. I found him under the front porch. I call him Rog since he’s as kind as Mr. Rogers and twice as friendly. What people notice first is that his eyes aren’t the same color as each other. It makes him unique. Of course, he doesn’t have fur,…
Muse on Monday – May 3, 2021, Featuring “The Monster of Eidolon Cave”
Happy May everyone and welcome to Muse on Monday! The challenge is to write a story of your own based on the prompt below. If you’re 18 years old or younger, you can submit it using this link for a chance to have it published next Monday when the new prompt comes out. You just…
First Day of Ghoul
First Day of Ghoul It was the first day of ghoul and three little monsters waited for the ghoul bus. “This is going to be awesome!” said Pucky, the little red one said. “I’m going to eat a basketball on the first day.” “I’m going to eat five basketballs,” the tall blue one said. Her…
My Terrible, Horrible, Heroic Summer
My Terrible, Horrible, Heroic Summer I dreaded going back to school. I dreaded seeing the breathless looks of admiration and hearing the praise from teachers and students. For the last month I had endured the fame when all I felt inside was agony. Finally though, the day came, and I went. “There he is!” I…
The Green-Walled Treehouse 