Alice Monstera
Bio
(she/her)
I’m a practicing artist exploring my love for creative writing. I love short stories, fiction, poetry and all things horror/psychological particularly admiring the author Shirley Jackson’s work.
Stories (7/0)
Cinders and Smoke
Last night I dreamt of you. You were pulling me through the smoke, helping me to find my way. I couldn’t see anything before us, the smoke hung thickly in the air, that sick yellowish grey color, almost turning a sort of brown. All I could see was the trace of your back and your hand, holding mine. Suddenly I heard a crash, as if something fell from the sky. And then the screeching began, that horrible noise that pierced our ears as we ran, as fast as we could through the smoke. But no distance could separate us from the screaming, until—
By Alice Monstera2 years ago in Fiction
Critiquing Horror Cinema
Movies for me have always been an escape— to enter a world you wholly fit into as an observer, immersed in the story, following the point of view of the camera as you enter this world at first as an outsider your relationship processing as you become another character fitting neatly into the space created. At least that’s my connection to film, to watch until you're lost in the vision that was created for you until you feel that the world is entirely real, something you’ve experienced first hand. At a young age I was introduced to horror films, perhaps a bit too underage for such stories, I fell deeply attached to the genre, watching movies like Carrie, Candyman, Friday the 13th and Rosemary’s Baby I was enthralled by these characters falling victim to their surroundings as I too felt preyed upon, elements of the things I fear being portrayed to me.
By Alice Monstera2 years ago in Horror
My Life in Collage
Growing up I felt I didn’t have a voice, or rather that I had one I just was too afraid to use it. Expressing myself seemed to be an oppressive task. I was shy and introverted and found myself drawing further into myself without an outlet for the sea of emotions that was inside. My parents divorce left me with a sensation of choking, of feeling so much yet without a voice to express it, keeping thoughts and feelings wholly internal. I felt that my feelings were eating away at me, that my internal network was also being smothered by the weight of what I kept inside and I was at a loss with how to release it.
By Alice Monstera2 years ago in Motivation
A False Sort of Adoration
His hair is like night itself, I half expect to see stars appear though the longer I stare the more their absence is felt. It’s odd, this position I now find myself in. To be on a date with someone I already love, someone I’ve pined for, prayed spirited words to unknown forces, all hoping that we would someday meet. It’s interesting, how I put you on this throne, possibly undeserved, time will tell, I tell myself, through the course of our time spent I’ll know. It’s a crowded place, where my dreams yearn to place you, there are other contenders but you’re the only one I have met in person, so you see, you’ve cut out the other competition. They exist in the shadows while you glisten with my adoration at the center of it all. It exists next to the monument of you, the placeholder I gave you until now, where we finally meet and I can forge my own memories of a version of you I’ll get to know.
By Alice Monstera2 years ago in Humans
"Dream Date"
You asked me what I wanted to drink, a simple question though I found it odd as I already had a glass of water and was quite satisfied with it. But when you asked me a second time I felt I had to choose something else. That it would not do to be as boring as my first choice, so instead I asked for a glass of wine, hoping it would invoke in me some sort of air of sophistication, one that may impress you. I specified the wine to be a glass of Merlot, although I’m unsure why, I couldn’t even recall what exactly it tasted like, but it had to be this or else I resolved I wouldn’t drink anything else. I suppose it was also a challenge of sorts— that if you somehow had this wine in your possession, I would take it as a sign that this first date was going in the right direction, that our meeting was somehow serendipitous after all.
By Alice Monstera2 years ago in Humans
