It’s not a human, it’s most certainly not a creature… what is it? I thought creeping along behind the pillar. Suddenly I felt thankful for my soft woolen shoes as they whispered over the crystal floors. All my life I knew I would need survival skills. Everyone told me nothing bad could ever happen to our quaint little village. I tried to believe them, but I couldn’t. Something told me I would need...

There it was, right in front of me. It was the size of a giant, with gargantuan ears and its disgusting moldy teeth. It had hair like Medusa, that did not, in fact, turn me to stone. It had claws like an eagle. An atrocious, enormous eagle that is. It spoke in a deep voice, “COME TO ME” its eyes glowing a bright red.

I wanted to cry.

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to run.

I wanted to throw up beca...

Used and discarded, that’s how I felt. Witnessing everyone turn on me for a misunderstanding. The one and only time I wasn’t walking on eggshells, I was made to feel as if I was worth nothing.

All those times that girl, that singular girl that they all flock to, started to dislike me. That was the end of my life as I knew it. And it was almost the end of my life in general. Because as much as she...

The ugliest creature I can think of.

That's the prompt, right?

So why can I only picture myself?

Staring into a mirror, my thoughts are all but positive.

Everyone around me is perfect, so why do I hold such high expectations for myself?

The ugliest creature I can think of.

I try to picture a gruesome creature, maybe with tons of eyes..

but I only ever see my own staring back at me.

My ref...

It’s like a regular guy but he’s mean to children and his mom. He litters and chews with his mouth open. He only takes pennies from those take-a-penny-leave-a-penny dishes. He doesn’t tip. He refers to women as femoids unironically. He livestreams. He doesn’t vote but he loves Elon Musk. He took out a second mortgage to buy cybertruck. He calls himself a MAGA Communist....

Its thick head was said to be full of bliss and ignorance, rather than intelligence and mindfulness.

Some said their tongues were terribly sharp, able to steal ones emotions or thoughts, some say its appearance and tongue were so distinct it was hard to feel anything but misery around it.

It only ever lurked around a misty glowing aura, not even one can comprehend.

Only this beast is able to cont...

Valgren the destroyer of worlds

Cold dark black Iridescent scales

Large horned head stone shaped

Nose

The eyes of death the creature hunts

Until the target is destroyed taking life

Force from all living forms

If you can handed your worst fear when you look into it’s eyes it will show you your fate

The dragon lives on it cannot die

It can’t be slayed so don’t even try

Bound to the staff ...

A moving figure, shadows.

Grinning teeth, daggers.

Harsh whispers, chants.

“Explain to me…” said therapist one. “What do your demons look like?”

Evil smile, I lean forward.

“Your worst nightmare.”

“Explain to me, the details,” she whispered.

Lean back, dark green cushioned chair.

Grip the armrests, long black nails.

Stare; golden, blue and green eyes.

“The shadow? The demons?” I smirk.

“Yes,...

Bow shaped eyes drenched with mascara, lips plumped with blood red lipstick - she has tried her best to be beautiful. But her eyes are hunting for the next prey, her lips are contorted in disgust. Her disgust for the world which never treats her well. Her figure is odd, square shaped and fat, for all she can quench her hunger with are thrown away chips and unwanted junk food. Is she not the uglies...

Twisted grin, dark teeth, bad breath. You exude evil with each move, word, action. You embody all that creates a nightmare. One that I cannot wake from. Your lanky limbs and pointy fingers reaching for something or someone to latch and pull down with you.

Your skin emits a stench that makes me want to run. I cannot stand to be in your presence, yet have no way to escape.

Your sunken eyes are da...