Jonah and the monsters

Hi everyone,

I’ve decided to take a little cat diary break until more bolts of inspiration strike me.

This is a story I wrote at school in my 7th grade Writing class at school. I designed the cover and wrote the whole story myself.  The main character is inspired by a friend of mine.

Now. Without further adeu.

Jonah and the Monsters

Jonah was asleep. He was running impossibly fast in a creepy graveyard with his family, chasing after a rampaging monster freak. Pale white face and horns, with evil red eyes that seemed to watch the family wherever they went. The freak gave a particularly deafening roar that made Jonah scream and open his eyes to reveal that he had just had a terrifying dream and he was NOT being chased by a rampaging monster in a creepy graveyard. 

Jonah, a tall, thin, 12 year old boy with curly reddish-brown hair and pale blue eyes, sat on the bottom bunk in his home cabin. He looked out of his window, listening to the whistling wind and the murmur of the many trees of his vast woods that was his home and thought, what is in store for me today.  

Then I remembered! I had almost forgotten! I stormed out of bed, my heart racing a mile a minute! He ran up the tiny staircase that led to the top bunk. He shook his sister and parents who immediately woke with a jolt. Samantha was a thin 10 year old girl with very skinny legs and her dark brown hair tied back in a ponytail. Her parents were very short and plump, with extremely pale white faces and strikingly tree green eyes. Their coal black hair was so neat and tidy that it would’ve undoubtedly been the ultimate winner of tidiest hair on Earth.  “Guys!”, Jonah yelled so loudly that it echoed through the darkness.” I almost forgot!” “It’s April!” “Next month is May!” “And in May…” Here, he paused for dramatic effect. “THE MONSTERS ARE COMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” This made everyone jump out of bed, eyes bulging and mouths fixed in shocked faces. 

We treaded on for many, many weeks but eventually found a small factory, only slightly bigger than the cabin. I pressed my ear up to the door and heard a series of grunts and roars. The noises seemed so familiar to me! Where had I heard them before? We were now so deep in the woods that we had to struggle through dense trees, bushes and pokey branches. I opened the circular door and set my eyes to a strangely familiar sight. White faced beasts with white horns and red eyes grunted and roared, collecting brown stuff and rolling shopping carts. Then I remembered! My dream! Our family had been chased by the exact same monster!  

Suddenly, the monsters stopped, and every single blood red eye was focused on only me! Not Samantha. Not my parents. Just me! One monster puts his hand on my cheek and moves me so that my blue eyes are staring into his exceptionally red ones. The hand was cold, and his fingernails were so sharp and dirty that it was obvious he hadn’t cut off or polished them in eons. I let out a yowl (yes, literally, a yowl) of pain and agony as I hit the floor. I sounded like a cat pouncing on an angry dog. –” 

 YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”. 

A million thoughts were rushing through my brain. At the same time, my mind was completely blank. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t hear. My body was numb. I couldn’t even breathe!!! 

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Scene 2:

I awoke, still unconscious. The monster was cackling over me. He stared at me with those beady red eyes. 

“Jonah,” says the monster. His voice is harsh and grating, and cuts into me like giant scissors’. Those red eyes with tiny black slits for pupils narrow. “Did you happen to have a vision of me chasing your family?”  

“Yes,” I say much stronger now. I’m back on my feet and breathing heavily now. “How did you know?” 

“Never mind THAT,” the monster replies. He leans in close. REALLY close. I can feel his hissing breath on my cheek. “Promise to keep a secret, he hisses.”

“Monster’s honor,” I say. 

 “All you need to know is that we NEED this tree bark to build materials for our parties in May” “This is between you, me and my group, so DON’T TELL ANYONE ELSE, OKAY?” 

“Munster’s honor,” I say again. 

Scene 3: 

“Let’s do it,” I say, and we do an air fist-bump. We had just worked out a plan. A stakeout! We were going to watch the woods for the big monster Frank, and his team. We couldn’t cross the woods unitil ALL his team passed. He’s the president of these woods! He’s in charge around here!

After some walking, we reached the car. It was the most horrifying vehicle I’d ever seen! It was pure black and very dented, as if it had suffered much challenge over the years, and in faded sloppy red lettering, you could just make out the words, PREPARE TO MEET YOUR DOOM, on the back. I shuddered at the thought of being in this horrible place!

I climbed into the back of the very cramped car, who Bob, (the lead monster who had nearly killed me!) called MonsterMobile1.

“The rest of the group will be in the MonsterMobile2,” he explained. “Now fasten your seatbelts. This is gonna be a wild ride!”

And so it was. Bob only gave me what felt like a half-millisecond to strap in, and we’re off.

It was a wild ride indeed! We teleported off at top speed, spinning like mad! I held my breath the whole time, especially on the turns. The whole time, I prayed this would all end, and that I hadn’t had that awful dream in the first place!

We finally screeched to a halt! I was sweaty, exhausted, and breathing hard.

“You take the left window; I’ll take the right!” Bob said very briskly. “We should be safe for now but warn me if any sign of Frank comes!”

“Got it!” I say, and we run to the windows!

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I wait for what feels like hours, but finally, I hear a distant rumbling noise from far off deep in the woods. I hold my breath as the rumble gets louder and closer. A gigantic truck with wheels as big as Samantha’s whole head emerges from the trees. Bob hears it too and runs to my side. The deafening rumble of the truck is loud enough to pierce my eardrums!

“Looks like we’ve got company,” says Samantha. She and my parents had just pulled up.

I hear laughter behind me and turn to see a giant shaggy figure standing before me. The creature had mounds of brown fur and huge green eyes stared back at me. The monster was making strange grunting noises and cocking its head back and forth. An assortment of monsters followed its lead, each more terrifying than the next! Each carried a long, shiny knife.

“We’ve come to take these trees,” the lead says. He has a low, grumbling voice that gives me chills. “These woods are now ours.”

“TAKE THIS FRANKIE!!!!!!!!!!!,” I screech. I had just found Big Guy Frank and his minions who had pulled up in that ginormous jeep…  truck… thingy. My family had also pulled up in the tiny car. Frank and his hench-monsters now stood tall before me, laughing maniacally as if to say, “you can’t defeat us little puny boy.” I jump up in the air, sailing smoothly. My fist is out, aiming for that tiny black pupal in the huge green eye Time has slowed. 

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My whole body is sweating with exhaustion. I punch Frank right in the pupal. He howls in pain and falls to the floor. I feel a wave of emotions wash over me! On one hand, I feel ecstatic. I’m pumping my arms in victory and going, “YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS.” But also, truly, I feel regretful. What if Frank somehow wanted monster peace? What if, somehow, someway, the team wanted some fixed problem. I don’t want to, but I must. 

“Bob?” I ask, highly regretting what I’m saying. “Did he… could Frank possibly…” Before I can finish, Frank struggles to his huge, shaggy feet. Frank grunts to his cronies and they all raise those terrifying knives. The monsters wave their knives in a very orderly fashion. Suddenly huge tornado-like winds blow up, knocking most of Bob’s team off their feet. I strain to keep my balance as tall trees crash down around me.  

“These trees our’s now!” Frank growls in triumph. 

“Our party things can be made with more than trees” Bob shouts over the howling wind. 

“Each May we throw big parties as a monster tradition,” Bob explains to me. “Monsters across these woods chop down trees to make party stuff.” 

I can feel my insides twist and churn with nerves and unsatisfaction as I imagine a million monsters with shiny, sharp knives cutting away at the only home I’d ever known! 

Scene 5 

Suddenly, I remember what I’m up against. I steal a long, shiny knife from a stout, purple monster, ignoring her wails of frustration. Frank is running at me head on. I’m running at him, sweat pulsing through me.   

CLANG BOOM SMASH CLINK, “AYYYYYYEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” 

We fight on and on, occasionally injuring or severing body parts. “YYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH.” 

The fight rages for hours, but the other monsters pay no attention. They seem to be hypnotized by something else. 

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THWACK!!!!!!! Frank topples to the ground. At least half of the beasts growl, “BOO,” and hiss, “NO!”  in anger, fury, and disgust. I’m focused on the other half, particularly what they’re looking at. They’re pointing up at the tree canopy with long, shaggy fingers and grunt-shouting my name in alarm.  

I crane my neck toward the tall, tall trees and see the most horrifying thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life!

A translucent black, red-eyed ghost is hovering over us, ready to devour our lives down to a crisp! I stopped in my tracks. Had Frank sent this creepy dude after me? 

The Awful End