Flash Fiction, Snippets, & Monstrous Love 🥀

Angelo | They/she | Black Queer Writer | 22 | 🔞 | Original Writing| Patron of the Female Presenting Nipple

[angelowithwords]

Monsters have their own languages, just like humans do. You don't know why that surprises you, why you didn't consider it before, but it makes sense in hindsight.

You don't know what your monster whispers at night when it thinks you're sleeping. It slips from one of the many shadows in your room, its form cold to the touch but so gentle as it presses its lips to your shoulder and whispers.

Instinctively, you shiver. The low, growling sound sends a jolt of heat through you that has you pressing your thighs together.

You don't know what your monster says but judging by the lingering touches and wandering kisses as they say it....undoubtedly, it's intimate.

[angelowithwords]

You didn't think much about rocks before.

They were always there, shiny and wet with sea water as you walked along the beach. You had long since grown from the child who believed if you collected enough that you could draw fairies to you. You hardly spared them a thought anymore.

But then you met your creature. She was as illustrious as she was elusive, often only leaving ripples in the water and a quick glance at shiny scales. She's not what you imagined mermaids to be as a child but you found that it didn't bother you. It invoked a sense of curiosity that you thought had long since dwindled.

She seems to be curious too because she'll reveal herself, barely, and push pretty little stones into your hands. "For you," she would whisper, voice unlike anything you've ever heard before. You knew then that you would follow her into the sea if she ever beckoned you.

But she doesn't. She continues giving her little gifts. Sometimes it's rocks, sometimes it's shells. Once, she gifted you a bottle cap.

You can't help but feel warmer each time. You hadn't thought about rocks before now but with the growing collection at your bedside you can't help but associate them with love.

[angelowithwords]

I'm thinking about monsters with claws.

They're always sharpened to a fine tip, smooth and deadly. They're used to hunt. They're used to kill. You should be terrified.

Oh, but your monster is so gentle. Claws that can tear through anything graze your skin like you're something precious. Something wonderful.

You always giggle, because how could you be expected to be all stoic when your monster explores every inch of you. Your scars, your dimples, your birthmarks, everything.

Monsters with claws can be deadly but they can be so incredibly careful as well.