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October 2016 - LM - Here There Be Monsters (1 Viewer)

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October 2016 - LM - Here There Be Monsters

Here There Be Monsters

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This is a Fiction writing competition, and the prompt is 'Here There Be Monsters.' Pick your own title, write about whatever you want, as long as it's related in some way to the prompt.

The Judges for this LM are: danielstj, thepancreas11, amsawtell, & bdcharles

If you want to judge and I left you out, send me your scores by the deadline. If you're listed here and don't wish to judge, let me know at once (please).

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This competition will close on:

Saturday, the 15th of October at 11:59 PM, GMT time.​

Scores would be appreciated by Saturday, the 29th of October.

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Moving with the times (645 words)

Another lethargic afternoon was rolling through the lobby of the Fir Grove Motel. Its only sound was buzzing of a fly that still evaded cobwebs hanging from grimy corners. The dusty air was sliced by rays of sunlight falling on the worn out reception desk over which George Feldman, the motel owner, was slouching. He was studying the motel guestbook spread in front of him.

The book kept motel's history. It told of the early days, when it was always full and many names would be scribbled under a single date. Last pages' entries showed that days, weeks, months passed between the check-ins. Countryside motels were not popular anymore and the guestbook was a written record of this business' slow demise. As George was turning those yellowed pages, his forehead furrowed.

Suddenly, a bunch of bells above the entrance started jingling. To George's great surprise, a horde of merry backpackers invaded the lobby. It was a sight he hasn't seen in a very long time.

"Do you have vacancies?" Inquired a young man, apparently the leader of the pack.

Fumbling with the guestbook, George started: "Well, yes, we do. Please wait..."

"Great", the youth interrupted and addressed his bunch: "I told you guys we should come here ASAP to beat the others. The early bird catches the worm, I say! Or, hopefully, a monster!" Turning back to George he continued: "Full board for all, indefinite time. And while you're at it, tell us how to get to where the monsters were seen."

George dropped the guestbook and gave the guy a blank stare. "Monsters?"

While he stood there trying to make sense of such turn of events, his son Jake appeared. He was carrying stacks of towels and sheets, as if he was expecting all this. He grabbed room keys from the reception and addressed the crowd: "This way to your rooms and you can ask me anything you want!" Little squad followed boy's command, and within minutes the lobby was once again empty.

As the clamor of thumping feet settled down, George snapped from his bewilderment. His son obviously knew what was going on and George needed to get to the bottom of it.

He went to Jake's room to wait for him. It was a room he rarely entered these days. It made him uneasy. Jake was a teenager dreaming of the future. George was a middle aged man clinging to the past, paralysed by his nostalgic memories, incapable of moving forwards and with the times. Each time he talked to Jake his conscience hurt because he knew he couldn't offer him anything better than a life in this godforsaken place he was unable to leave. So the two men were drifting apart in the small, crumbling world they shared.

As he observed this foreign room, his eye caught a familiar image of their motel on the boy's computer. It was part of a website filled with headlines:
"Mysterious creatures spotted in our County's forests".
"Is Fir Grove a monster habitat?"
"A countryside motel an epicentre of unusual events".
There were maps of the area with X signs next to sketches of various fantastic creatures, where they were supposedly been spotted.

As the realisation started to dawn on George, Jake entered the room. Seeing his father hovering over the computer, his face became a mask of pleading: "Dad, please don't be mad! I know the business was slow, so I created this website. It went viral. I... I... I just wanted to help!" the boy blurted, all tense, expecting a blow and getting ready to avert it.

A lump formed in George's throat and he tried to hold back the tears welling in his eyes. He sprang towards the boy, but only to lock him in an embrace. He ran his fingers through boy's hair and whispered: "It is all right, my son."
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