The Pole Beast

At the ripe age of six, I had fully blossomed my adventurous nature. From the supposedly calming living room to the enchanting nature that is outside, I was there in a flash to discover unknown wonders. Thus, I was awarded the title ‘Busy Bee’ by my family members. In one of my many journeys the one I never succeed was when I dared to go solo into the deep, uncut trenches that was the backyard, because my parents were tired from work and my sister was too old to play childish games with me, her words not mine. In those harsh winter fields, I was determined to climb the tall, gray, rusty pole like monster that was only there to taunt me. It’s red rusty eyes that matched it’s cracked and rotten teeth. It’s tall overbearing and lanky structure, trying to be as tall as the sky but foiled by the height of the power tree. 

Every time I would dare to climb the beast, I was foiled by my own kin. 

“But mother the beast is mocking me! I must not show weakness!” I said.

“I don’t care. You are not climbing that rusty thing, it’s too dangerous.” Mother replied. She was one smart cookie for I haven’t even told her that I had planned to mount the creature in order for it to submit to me.

Nevertheless, I was persistent. I had made precautions that the backdoor would stay unlocked, mastered the sleep schedule of my procreators and it was the week where my sister was in a mysterious place called ‘Nonyabussiness’. That night would be the only night that I would be able to strike while the beast was sleeping. Or did the beast sleep? I did not know for it did not have eyes to see but I knew it was always watching me, taunting me every waking moment. It would often bend to the winds of mother nature and sing its burning tune to please the sun but to me it was silent. The beast believed that it was stronger than me. Better than me, even though it could not leave its lair and I couldn’t bear the mockery anymore. The Pole Beast was one of the strangest creatures I had ever faced. I have fought the ‘Snarling Darling’ who couldn’t not hear or see anyone who past them but continued to that lay in our neighbor's front porch stalking its non-existent prey, the ‘One-tooth trio’ a three headed toddler who shared a collection of one tooth and tormented the playground of the castle called ‘Preschool’ with their secret move ‘Destructo Tantrum’ that injured anyone who was near throwing range, leaving almost no survivors, and ‘Doctor Calli’ a rejected version of broccoli who vowed to turn everyone into cauliflowers, the fiend almost bested me at the dinner table but I am as stubborn as my father and lived to see another day. All the enemies I have bested with not a scratch on me for I had been gifted with mortality. And this foul beast would be a crowning achievement and all other creatures would know not to mess with ‘The Strong and all powerful Busy Bee’! And this night would be the night to strike!

I waited patiently until my parents were in their deep slumber to make my way to the battleground. I removed my footies and tiptoed out of my room and into the ‘Hallway of whispers’, a trap mother created to prevent me from going into the kitchen to steal sweet treasures from the ‘Maze of Cabinets’. I had memorized where each voice had slept so I would not awaken it from its sleep. After skillfully avoiding the whispers the next obstacle I faced was the ‘Snorlock’ that lay in his second den the ‘Couch of Drowsiness’, it was a demon that possessed my poor father every night while watching football, but I had no time to shed a tear and marched on to the final obstacle, the ‘Siren Door’. This trap was far louder than the Hallway of Whispers and the Snorlock combined for it was older than time itself. But I could not stop now! I had come too far to let the siren best me and have the beast insult me anymore! I used my stealth skills to turn the **** ever so slowly and open the door as silently as I could, little songs came from the door but luckily the opening was just big enough for me to squeeze through. And there I was, face to face with the scornful *******.

We had no taunting phrases against each other, for it would wake up the neighborhood and very angry parents. The creature must have known I was coming because it was crouched over, like it was ready to charge at me, the sly dog. But I remained vigilant for I was a great warrior who had fought many battles in my lifetime. I attacked first with a strong kick to the rusty mess and it swung rapidly, its guard was down. I proceeded to climb it while it was still recovering from the mighty blow I gave it. It swayed even harder as I began to climb, it fighting me like a bull seeing red, but my grip was stronger than its sloppy attacks. At this time, I was almost at the top and the view was getting more and more beautiful. I saw all the neighbors lights, some on some off as a pattern to confuse any passing spirits that were wandering by, the distinguished cars that silently hummed by to not disturb sleeping folk, and the shining full moon that stood on top of the pole beast the ultimate souvenir for this wondrous battle. But alas, all the moon would never be graced with my ‘Toy Box of Awe’ for the beast was weaker than I expected and snapped in half. I was falling. And as I was falling, the bright and divine moon became smaller and smaller. The lights from the houses all warped together to light my way to Paradise. And the humming cars cried and wailed for my abrupt end. The pole, no one knows how long it has been on this property, for all I knew it had been there for thousands of years. Its final roar was the loudest I have ever heard. If it was not known to strangers, it was known as the fallen terror of Livingston Ave. It’s roar was the last thing I heard before we both hit the ground.

I wake up in a white room with my parents at my side. They were thrilled that I was okay but angry that I was outside in the middle of the night climbing a pole. It was a formidable foe to be able to land a final blow before it died, hence my leg being rendered useless for two months. But at that moment, I realized the beast had planned this all along in order to put a curse on me. And that curse was mortality. The Fiend!