My Ranking Points
I haven’t posted in a long time. This is a rewrite of something, please ask if you want to be tagged.
Monsters don’t always show up exactly at midnight.
They didn’t always take appalling forms.
They weren’t always merciless and emotionless like the fairytales used to coax and wheedle us into believing.
Monsters were once formidable creatures that walked the Earth wild and free- under the callings of their children. Monsters were once known as something else, something far more terrifying than darkness, than fear- for they were creatures of the Call.
Creatures of truth.
El was awake when it came.
She was having a nightmare, no, actually, it wasn’t any nightmare, it was the nightmare. The nightmare she had always been having since the beginning- ever since the day she had yet to overcome. The day, years ago where everything she ever knew was broken apart. The one she had been dreaming about more frequently. The one where wisteria trees grew, unorderly, unlike the trees she had seen in her textbooks. The one where the soft, lavender wisteria leaves became spiked and excruciating around her hands, on her touch. The one where a ghastly cold wind blew by, sending her brown hair and the thousands of stringed purple flowers flying in a certain direction. The one where she couldn’t breath, the one where the branches wrapped around her neck made the petals seem no longer gentle. The one where it always, always ended with-
“Go away,” she breathed into the darkness of her room, trying so dearly to slap the nightmare away into her subconscious, she’d never let it follow her into the world of awakening. “Please. Go away now.”
El glanced at the clock that she had gotten from her grandmama for her sixth birthday, carefully placed her drawer, next to a picture frame. 4:07. Seven minutes past four o’clock. That was late for a child’s school night, perhaps even too late for an adult’s work night, certainly.
She was already made fun of more than enough at school. She couldn’t tell anyone about her nightmares, she refused to tell anyone. Not her grandmama, obviously, that would make her more worried than she already was, not her mother, whom she lived with yet who she hadn’t talked face to face since November last year, definitely not her father, or anyone at school.
What transpired in the nightmares were something no one needed to know. Something no one could know.
El sat up in her bed groggily, and blinked, scanning her room in the darkness, trying to make out the lines of her things stacked up on the table, books in the bookshelf, her only source of light provided by the moonlight seeping in from her window. And then she frowned.
Something wasn’t right. No, it wasn’t like that ironic horror movie’s ‘something’s wrong’, it was like she all of a sudden had OCD. Something was not placed in the correct order. There was something that was missing- El was certain of it. El felt more awake now, more tense- the realistic flashes of the nightmare were slowly slipping away from her, from the real world. But something, something she couldn’t quite place a label on was missing, something different, something so very-
El froze and listened, strained her ear against the silence as if something could be heard but she heard nothing. The house was quiet, sauf the occasional sounds of her curtains brushing against the other because of the soft breeze now blowing outside or the faded sounds of her mother’s sheets pushing up against another from next door.
There was nothing.
And then everything.
Something she had realised was the thing that wasn’t orderly, the something that had most definitely awoken her from her nightmare, but was it good, or bad, that she did not know.
Someone was calling her name.
El panicked, she felt her guts twisting in a sickening way. Had it followed her? Followed and pursued her and then finally popped out of her own nightmare? Was it of her own creation, and what was it-?
“Don’t be stupid, Leslei,” she murmured to herself, “You’re too old for monsters.” But somehow her reassurance didn’t sound so believable. And she was, too old for them, El had turned thirteen just last week, she was officially a teenager. Monsters were not for teenagers, they were for foolish children who still wet their beds. Monsters were for children who-
There it was again. It was a surprisingly sickly sweet, coming from the mouth of a monster. It said her name in a sing song voice, like her name was a lullaby. El swallowed. It was strangely warm, for an October, hence why her window was still open, the breeze itself had created a space, allowing the moonlight to seep in from the outer place. Perhaps- no, it had to be because of the breeze, blowing the curtains against each other could have sounded like her name being said, it had to be the reason-
Okay, perhaps it was not because of the wind. It was absolutely a voice, but it was a strange voice, one El had never heard spoken in her life. It wasn’t her mother’s, nor her grandmama’s, in fact, El didn’t think it was a woman’s voice at all. El thought she went crazy for a second and wondered if perhaps somehow her grandpapa had decided to come back from seclusion in his little hut, miles away from their town-
No. It was not her grandpapa, whose voice she hadn’t heard in such a long time, but whose voice she remembered just as clearly as she could remember, like what she had eaten for dinner. This voice was sweeter, yet monstrous- it was wild, untamed, it reminded her of an eagle.
And then she heard a heavy creak of the wood outside, as if some giant was walking across a floor of wood.
El did not want to look, she did not know what it was yet, she felt drawn to it. She had the urge to look at it, and then get over with.
Absolutely awake now, she pushed back her warm blanket and got out of bed, the sudden cold touch of the floor against her bare feet was one that felt uncomfortable. El moved slowly towards the window, her fear faded just like the darkness did when hit by the moonlight. In the very dim and pale light of the moon, with a swish of her brown hair and white nightgown, El could see the lighthouse up on the small hill in front of her house. The moon was bright tonight, glowing dully upon the rough surfaces of a wooden bench near the lighthouse, the bench that looked barely able to carry any weight now.
El could also very clearly see the beautiful wisteria tree that rose high and mighty, so very close to her house. The tree was an ancient one, so very ancient it seemed to be made of stone, like one of the lighthouse’s. Next to a small house and near a lighthouse was a very strange place for wisteria trees to grow, she heard her grandmama say to her mother in the evening once, she said that the seed must have been carried over from the Pacific War, since wisteria trees only grow in Asia. It was truly beautiful, although a little bit like belladonna. Its seeds were poisonous, she knew because her grandmama had told her when she tried to eat one when she was little.
Snapped back from her little memory refresh, she heard her name being called for the fifth time tonight.
It had gotten strangely annoying by now, and with a sudden burst of courage, El opened her mouth,
“What?” she asked, she could hear her own heartbeat, she was impatient. She knew something would happen.
A woosh of wind passed by, loud and rough, blowing both the wisteria branches and El’s hair in her face. El heard a few cracks, like you were breaking sticks and a loud, loud, groan, like that of a man who had awoken for the first time in centuries. When she had managed to get the hair out of her face, the wind was gone, the clouds covering the moon were gone.
The moon was shining bright again.
Right at the wisteria tree.
Which was no longer in its graceful position by her window. It was standing. At the center of her backyard.
And here was the monster.
El watched as its upper branches fathered themselves and twisted into a terribly great face, the smaller ones slid into a mouth, a nose and even eyes that were peering at her. The rest of the branches tweaked and twisted around each other, squeaking and creaking, until they formed two long arms and a second leg besides the main trunk. The flowers on the branches of the wisteria tree made the monster look even more mighty than it already was. It seemed as if petals would fly and twirl at the touch of the monster, it seemed to bring eternal beauty to some.
The monster was already taller than El’s window, yet it grew even more tall, more wide, filling out its powerful shape. El never broke eye contact with the monster, she hadn’t dare move an inch, for the windy, loud breathing of the monster itself was enough to petrify her. It put both hands on El’s poor, weak house and lowered its head until it’s glance was leveled with hers, its huge eye filled the entire frame of her window and she could hear her house creak under the weight.
The monster opened its mouth and for a wild moment, El thought it was going to eat her alive.
But instead, it spoke.
Leslei Brown, it seemed to say, a huge gust of warm wind, unlike the night’s cool breeze rushed through her window and blew her hair back a little. Its voice was low and raspy, and El seemed to feel the vibrations on the floor from its speech.
You have called. And so I have come to get you, Leslei Brown, it said, pushing itself further upon the wall. El could hear her clock shaking on her drawer.
El’s mind seemed blank.
A monster, she thought. A real, actual monster, in the real, awakened world, standing in front of her window. And it’s come to get her, it says.
But strangely, she felt none of the panic and fear she had previously felt before it had revealed its true self to her. In fact, she was a little bit disappointed.
The monster, her very own wisteria tree that was in many memories she created in this small town, it was not the monster she expected.
Almost hypnotised with the monster’s eyes, El murmured ever so softly, responding with a dreamy, far away expression, almost as if she wasn’t real but the monster was.
“Alright,” El muttered softly, never breaking eye contact, “So come and get me then.”
There was a moment of utter silence, the monster had obviously not expected such a response.
What did you say? The monster asked, eyes almost gleaming of a dangerous curiosity.
“You heard me,” El said, in a louder voice this time, “I said, come and take me then.”
Another moment of silence. And then the monster roared. It pounded its fists into the walls of her house and huge cracks appeared. El almost lost her footing and the window completely broke off, allowing the storming wind inside her room. The aura was still thunderous due to the monster’s angry bellows.
“Shout as much as you wish.” El shrugged, it did bother her a bit that the fact a monster made from her wisteria tree just destroyed her room was still angry and would likely destroy her next.
Another mighty roar sounded, a furious arm struck through the wall in El’s room. Brick, glass, wood, all three went flying and El tried her best to avoid the broken shards, having been barefoot.
Then, again, a silence bestowed them both, El could see it’s confusion.
You are really not afraid?
“No.” El shook her head, “No I am not.”
Its gleaming purple eyes, filled with wisteria flowers seemed to narrow.
But you will be, it said with much determination. Before the end of it all.
The last thing El seemed to remember clearly was being snatched out of her room by a pair of rough, spiky, branched arms and being sent straight into the monster’s roaring, wide open mouth.
I just haven’t gotten used to the cursive/italic symbols and I messed it up this time… I’ll try to not to next time
its amazing I felt like I was actually in the story I could feel myself tipping into the screen. Now i feel so connected to El when will chapter 2 be coming out??? I cant wait!!!!!!!!! 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀
Omg Shade it’s absolutely beautiful. You truly are a great writer. The imagery, the detail, just wow.
@writingworlds omg thank you Becca!!!! I wrote this a while ago but took me a while to convince myself to post and get over my anxiety but im glad I did! Would you like to be tagged?
If you don’t tag me I will spoe you for the story (and or hit you with a chair but I hope it won’t be necessary)
*sighs in relief*
btw y’all! the second chapter is posted! everyone that asked to be tagged is tagged, I believe, deep apologies if I missed your @
Want a toffee shock? *hopes you have never read the faraway tree*
Nope. Haven’t read it but my pisces senses are telling me to say no.
*cri* It would have gotten bigger and bigger and eventually disappear, leaving you absolutely shocked.