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  • shamein555 1w

    The Island Of Conflicts

    A spectacular sight to behold
    Truly a piece of heaven on earth
    Yet concealed deep within its walls is hell in disguise
    Here away from prying eyes and ears Monsters roam freely
    The women slender and blather
    The possessed monsters within strive for chaos
    Hold your possessions tight alas they be snatched
    You needn’t fear one out of the ten
    For the one walks without the haunted spirit
    It gets more petrifying
    The Men wear masks of Angels
    Behind these masks lay treacherous silent slayers
    Pretending to befriend you yet terrorizing you in your sleep
    To these monsters you’re the prize to their race
    Testosterone fuel demons lurk outside darken windows
    The foul creatures seek every maiden to be their bride
    A fair warning my fellow maidens
    In the island of beauty
    Your chamber is carved within cold stone
    Be aware your protective barrier masks a veiled agenda
    Make haste to flee
    Here Monsters wear masks of beautiful humans
    Run if you must for I was stung by these monsters
    My mind has been infected with fear and restlessness

  • arahabaki 5w

    Monsters Under Bed

    I remember myself searching
    For the monsters under the bed
    Little me used to fear a lot
    Thinking they will make me one of them

    But the grown up me has given up the search now
    Realizing it was all fake
    But even today when the night falls
    I lay on the bed wide awake
    Cause I dread every morning that will rise ahead

    Whenever I look in the mirror I see those monsters staring Through my eyes right at my face

    Laughing devilishly
    As anxiety, pain, depression engulfs slowly -
    My hope, happiness and smile
    That once existed on my face

    I have given up searching for the monsters under my bed Cause I have realized they dwell inside my head

    Please help me out
    Cause they have almost convinced me that
    'It's too late.


  • wifey_suicide 9w

    There’s Monsters

    My whole life has been filled with greed
    My own family has stolen from me
    What do you do when everybody fiends
    A better life is what I need
    Nobody can hear your scream
    Even there’s monsters in my dreams
    Weed can only get me so far
    So I just spam and laugh at memes
    I know what I need
    But it’s a little far to fetch and claim
    I’m so drained
    Only a little I have claimed
    I’m too much of an angel to go and stain
    But too much of a root of an evil, that I still go insane
    There’s so much of me that is left unexplained
    Half the men I’ve messed with, I don’t remember their name

    There’s monsters beneath my bed
    They tell me secrets all the time
    Paranoid, mostly when I’m high
    Can’t afford therapy
    Only solution is to die
    Just like every other celebrity
    All else fails
    I know the remedy
    The devil, he possibly has me
    Crossing off my name
    To myself and I
    As I lay in my room, cry and cry
    Like I even know why
    Suicidal yes, but not when I’m dressed up

    Constantly always stressed
    Shoot me in the head
    Explode my brains out
    Like Kennedy
    Take your shot. Aim. fire.


  • anonym_o 18w

    "It's just a phase" they said
    Get over it its gonna get better instead
    It doesn't really need to be dealt
    I hoped its true as i slowly started to melt

    "Such a sweet girl" i felt their whines
    We never really saw the signs
    Wished she got the help she needed
    Well you should have said that before i was dead
    My eyes stared lifelessly from the bed
    As the monsters on my soul fed..

  • ilexater 23w

    Our Monsters

    We tell ourselves stories-
    terrifying tales of death and blood,
    phantom horrors and decaying minds-
    to inoculate ourselves against fear
    with atrocities under our control,

    temporary monsters
    that can be left in the realm of dreams
    and easily dismissed as overblown fiction.

    It is far simpler to face fantasy nightmares
    than to look outward
    and see the ones we live alongside,
    or to peer into our void inward
    and acknowledge the beast
    curled up beside our rational core

    without irreparably falling to the power
    of the tangible hell
    living beside the heaven we attempt to create
    one happy day at a time.


  • sullen_sage 24w

    (Those Who Know)

    Do you know what tends to go, buh-bumping, in the night? The heavy mass what creaks the slats, the eyes which conjure fright?

    Do you know what seems to speak through fingers on a glass? The psychic spy what reads the mind and drains your essence fast?

    It may be so that you would know, the thing beneath your bed, with taloned claws and razors jawed for ripping flesh to shreds..

    Well if you don't still rightly know
    The creatures absent light,
    The ones you can't imagine yet, the one's evading sight, these gentle words of wisdom might assist to set you right,

    Those who know of beasts below,
    Those who know, those who know,
    Those who know would never go,
    Disturbing silent nights.

    #halloween #monsters #demons #ouijaboards
    ��������☠️ @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    Those who know of beasts below,
    Those who know, those who know,
    Those who know would never go,
    Disturbing silent nights.


  • dreamer_4 24w


    Work is my only escapism..if that is taken away from me too..I will turn crazy.. into someone you don't know...someone you thought I could never turn into...but I will surprise you...with a new side of me...it isn't happy..it isn't bright...it is the opposite..and it will make you run away from me... something you should have done long long ago... something I should have let you do.. long ago..On these days, if you call out to me...you wouldn't see a nice side of me... but you'll turn to ashes...when you see me burn with pain...cause that is all I am left with...so do me a favour and please stay away from me.. because my mind is a dark place...so dark that you will be engulfed in too..so please don't look.. because it is a scary place too...that makes me shiver to the bone..it makes me .. makes me scream...it turns me... into a crazed being...that knows no light..no love..and no sympathy..
    I want to escape...run away and never look back to here too..but there are chains that bind me..that never let of go of me... these heavy metal chains..have left me scarred...and bleeding..but there's still no escape...no way out...the only way I see out is to lock myself in forever...in a prison..of my own...where no one can see me...from where I won't need to escape... where I will atleast be left alone...even if it is just to rot and die... atleast I won't be tortured anymore with pain.. atleast I will be able to find myself a secure place...where the beasts of my mind won't scare me..haunt me..and leave me bleeding..

  • _disha_jn_ 25w

    And....with this, I'm back again on Mirakee....
    But only for a short time. I might have to halt again in a few days. But that's okay. I would try to keep bringing out my thoughts on this amazing platform and keep you all updated.


    About this post

    Please please please share this post!! I would like to have open discussion on this very topic. Let's go y'all!! It's something that I always wondered. I've heard and seen such disgusting thoughts of people on this very topic and I can't even begin to explain how sick all of this makes me. If you too share my sentiments then pleaseee let's have a discussion in the comments ��


    I've heard tons of interviews, done enough case studies and read about enough incidents to surely last me a lifetime. But everytime I come across something like this, the biggest question that always strikes my mind is that, no matter what I wear, what makes the other person think that he's allowed to do whatever he wants just because I'm showing some skin? Like, what gives you the right to harass me? Their control issues is their problem and not hers. Even if I'm running around naked, you still won't have the right to touch me. Just sayin.
    Don't make it her problem. Don't make her go through additional suffering by blaming her, after what she's faced. And please for god sake, point your fingers in the right direction, it might do the world some good��


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    To all the people with disastrous minds.

    To all those people with petty mindsets
    I hope you don't mind my questions
    But do feel free to answer.

    This won't be too long I promise.

    But I ask you, If there is a man,
    Outside his home late at night
    Would you still call it a mistake?
    A mistake, as people might take advantage of him and of the darkness outside.
    Afraid that if he doesn't change his stance
    He might get harassesd
    Just because he was wearing half pants?

    Huhhh.... Sounds odd... dose'nt it?
    Because the situation you just stated was stupid

    But I wonder? Would it still be as difficult a question to answer,
    If only, there was a "her" instead of "him"

    Because that is just obvious right? After all who told her to wear shorts? Why couldn't she just stay at home? Why did she have to go out at night? She is the one who invited those monsters to her and sadly, as a consequence it happened, what should not have happened.
    After all, "she was asking for it", right?

    Answer me!
    Answerr Mee!!

    I tried to not make it long. But I guess I can't help it at all.
    Because this is something that goes on and on and on.
    In this dirty game of monsters,
    she always becomes the pawn.

    No one ever knows the entire fact, but what they do know is, whom to blame, and that one thing always remains intact.

    To all the people with such disastrous mindsets. Please wake up.
    It's not her fault. No one ever asks for it for themselves. You might be stupid enough to think it actually to be true,
    but the victim is much more intelligent than you.




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  • jadeivy 28w

    All in my head

    These are my friends.
    These are my friends.
    All in my head.
    All in my head.

    They've got lots to say.
    Many have no name.
    These are my friends.
    These are my friends.

    Sometimes they play.
    Sometimes they may run away.
    They're all in my head.
    These are my friends.

    Some have eyes to see,
    Others eyes are for different deeds.
    These are my friends.
    All in my head.

    Or maybe monsters some would say.
    Demons walking all day and night.
    Keeping my mind alive,
    But at a considerably high price.

    These are my friends.
    All in my head.
    Driving me to next be dead.
    Or worse in my own head.


  • le_tutz 30w

    I've never liked sleeping at night,
    it's when my darkest thoughts come to life.
    I've tried muting them with lullabies,
    yet it did not make things alright.

    In most nights, I've seen myself die.
    Drowned, poisoned, impaled and beheaded.
    Each night with its own different tale,
    sometimes i wake up with a cry.

    These nightmares often haunt my mind,
    during the night and even at dawn.
    When I forget them, it comes back again,
    seems like I've left my sanity behind.

    #insomnia #nightmares #sleep #monsters #scary #dark #thoughts #dreams #dreaming #dream #nightmare

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    I Don't Sleep

    I've never liked sleeping at night,
    it's when my darkest thoughts
    come to life.
    I've tried muting them with lullabies,
    yet it did not make things alright.


  • blackangel_ 22w

    There are monsters out there who roam in the form of humans
    There are humans out there who pretend to be Angels
    The first category are strangers
    Second category are relatives
    But there is one more category
    Who call themselves"lovers"
    These creatures are more dangerous than cannibals.
    They suck the life out of you.


  • starfire01 32w


    I'm scared of the dark,
    not because of monsters and demons.
    But I'm so scared to see you in the dark
    and when the day light comes you're gone,
    and i realise it was just my illusion.


  • akshay_vasu 32w

    She would never fit in those short stories, or novels, no sir. She was made to fit only in poetry. Where a few words can cage the monsters, universe, hell even the infinity too. All you had to do was to gaze into her eyes for a few moments, and she would stay inside you like a shadow forever.

    - Akshay Vasu

  • joan53 32w

    Jiggarsaur is my monster
    Inside job is his specialty
    Giant gnats of words he sends flying
    Granite-steel words steal the night
    All around us he likes to be
    Reaching out with his long skinny tongue
    Starting conversations with our inner child
    Arranging the night times for nightmares
    Unceremoniously riding them for fun
    Renovating my brain for the long hot day

    Disappearing into the light


  • yatharth_singh_chauhan 33w



    This is next installment in my Dark Fantasy Microfiction pieces.

    I try to depict different emotions and this time it's #negligence

    #writingcommunity #writeit #writingislife #writerscommunity #writersofindia #writersofig #amwriting #amwritingfantasy #fictionwriting #fictionwriters #darkfiction #darktales #Story #storiesofindia #stories #microfiction #microtale #darkfantasyfiction #fictionauthors #authorsofinstagram #prince #fakir #prophecy #carelessly #monsters #moonlight #fantasyfiction

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    The Prophecy

    "What is it?" The Prince inquired.
    "I travelled this much distance to warn you and you didn't listen." The Fakir frowned.
    "I took you seriously. You said that I'll turn into a monster in tonight's moon unless I die."
    "I took care of it. I underwent a clinical death, thanks to my royal physician. Now that I've died already, I won't turn into a monster."
    The moonlight shone and the Fakir was taken aback. "And you never listen." He said.

  • sleepy_hollow 34w


    Blood thirsty. Looking for war.
    This is the devil talking. Whom always wants more

    Raged and tempered bloody with war. Valiant and evil. The demons step forth.

    Army of monsters, don't open the door. Creepy stature some are crawling on the floor.

    Scared and feeble their foes are weak. On top of the valley you see the devil peek.

    Laughing and proud heaven is weak. Humans our staring at the devil. They can't even speak.

  • yatharth_singh_chauhan 36w

    "Supposed". New #Dark Fantasy #Story about a couple of #friends and their little #adventure

    We all experience those little #incidents in our life which need some #explanation but that's what we don't have.

    In all of my recent Microfiction I had included those #darkelements of life with a touch of #fantasy.

    For the present piece:It took me a while to #writeit However the thought had kept wandering for a long time.

    The purpose here is not to scare but to make the #reader #think for a moment.

    So, if you think that I've succeeded in my objective then tell me by commenting and be sure to #follow the page for more.

    #yatharthsinghchauhan #darkerthanblack #monsters #demons #demonic
    #entities #crypt
    #freefiction #readforever #read #freestory

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    It was a crypt of a supposed demon of deception. Despite Harshit's objection, Sam broke it.
    The ground shook, shadows emerged and lamps went out.They had escaped it but Harshit felt its mark on their life.
    Harshit had told Sam to read the diary and try to recover his memory.
    But He was having a hard time remembering all at once. He closed the diary.
    "First thing first. Sam is my new name," he uttered.

  • yatharth_singh_chauhan 37w

    Sleep Tight

    Her fingers ran through his hair and her arms wrapped him in warmth. Sleepwalking had turn her into a different creature.
    He suffocating and sweating, tried to remember how it was, before. Suddenly, he found her arm on his chest and she nibbling his earlobe.
    He too could've done so many things to her but he wouldn't risk waking her up, seriously. So, he stealthily reached for the serum in the drawer and injected it in the arm.
    'She may survive one more night,' he thought and looked at the puncture in his arm.

  • in_fragments 38w

    "The scariest stories
    of my childhood
    are not the books I read in the dark.
    They are the certain ones
    I can't remember,
    the ones too vivid to recall-
    of monsters that shattered
    my soul like a fishbowl
    and left me alone
    to pick up the pieces.

    The ones that robbed me
    of my curiosity and wonder.
    The ones that, unlike
    the arresting tellings of Schwartz
    and Gammell-
    carry a visceral and rotten
    kind of nostalgia with them-
    the ones that didn't strike emotions
    to stimulate imaginations,
    but to teach of earthly evils-
    too far, too soon.

    Where the monsters are real,
    bathing in the sunlight
    and crawling through the shadows
    of my life-
    the ones that don't look like monsters at all-
    and the ones who were never
    supposed to be.

    The ones I'm powerless to defeat,
    who got away
    with no safe ending-
    the ones that have gone on
    to frighten me forever."

    The Green Ribbon was the story that sparked my little interest in the genre of horror stories.
    But the scariest stories are the ones that aren't fiction.
    #pod #poem #thoughts #monsters #horror #scary #stories #trauma #mentalhealth #mirakee #writerstolli @writersnetwork

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    Scary Stories To Tell
    In The Light

    The scariest stories
    of my childhood...
    Where the monsters are real,
    bathing in the sunlight
    and crawling through the shadows
    of my life...