#monsterious

[ibarravgomez]

Teo and Logan's lazy summer is interrupted when a series of babynappings leads them down a rabbit hole of myths and monsters.

This entry in the Monsterious series is a lot of fun! Good spookiness, good myth knowledge, and lots of wandering around in places kids ought not be.

[jonathanpongratz]

Book Review: Escape from Grimstone Manor (Monsterious #1)

  Hello Blogosphere! It’s almost October, and I’ve got a hankering for something spooky! Naturally, I went with something paranormal. Today’s post is all about my read of Escape from Grimstone Manor (Monsterious #1) by Matt McMann. I just love that cover, and if that didn’t sell me on this then the blurb did. Let’s see how this one went!   Blurb Here’s the first book in a new series of…

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[russolaw]

[russolaw]

[jumpdumpling]

Rubber Face Rejects - The Monster. Love how these are developing. 

[nerfect]

I also got treasures from and made by @jellykoe . If you don't know Jellykoe, you need to check them out! #jellykoe #plush #originalart #monsterious #monster #button #pin #badge #wackypackages #dinosaursattack (at Berwyn, Illinois)

[savageleewriting]

Monsterious; Part 1

I don't know if I could describe myself as anything except a mythical creature, or some sort of monstrosity of science. 

Look at me, hair like a chemical spill in the heavens, shot through with metals and electronic needs like fire and music and force. Wires running in and out. Batteries charging up and spilling out. Eyes so bright they burn themselves in mirrors.

I was pulled from my mother's womb with knives and force, like a threat or a warning. I was born with eyes open, face-up to the world, as though hatched from an egg. My mother had cross-eyes and shark-teeth, and when she howled in rage at what she'd created, it was like the sun itself had grown too scared to shine.

I rearrange my molecules, genetically tailoring my own suit of armour, my own suit of skin-scented shirts. My cyborg heart beats yours, hands down, every time. My cyborg hearts beats for evil and chaos and the troubles of sad little girls. 

Yeah, don't be sad. Smile. We're here together. You're never alone, not in the dark. That shadow, that lack of warmth, that's my hand, that's how it feels when I'm looking at you from afar. 

Crouched in the dark. Waiting. Like a surprise party full of spiders. Like a piñata loaded with dynamite and cookie crumbs. 

A great beautiful beast, neuromancing, swinging samurai swords from its fingertips, licking up virgins' tears and thighs, post-apocalyptic-prophesying with hearts and hands on hips on fire. 

Yeah, it's a beast of fire, flaming skull laughing at the wind, cybernetic connections trailing like loose morals as the road is turned in ancient burnt up broken stone.

Stoned on smoke.