The Little Monster Feb 8, 2019 18:43:03 GMT -5
Post by shelbyj on Feb 8, 2019 18:43:03 GMT -5
This is longer than 500, but if you're willing to read through, I appreciate it. I'll mark it at 500. This is not a traditional 500> word book, but I would still like it to be a picture book. I know some publishers are still interested in these options, though they are limited. I have not storyboarded a dummy, but much of this could be illustrated instead of text.
(Title)THE LITTLE MONSTER by Shelby J Moon
There once was a little monster named Phelix. Phelix needed a home.
He was groomed and scrubbed clean; his hair was cut and styled. His horns, claws and
fangs were buffed and polished. He was dressed and pressed with a bow at the neck and wore
shiny new shoes that her the pads on his feet and were so stiff they sqeaked when he
walked. You could hardly tell he was a little monster at all.
“Just look at you now! You’re sure to find a new home!” His cheeks were
pinched, his head patted, and off he went. But, because he often growled, bit, or tore
things apart, he had a hard time fitting in…or staying put.
At a brand new home he was given new clothes and toys to replace his old ones.
“We’re so excited to have you! You’re going to
love my corn and sundried tomato tofu! I made it special!"
Phelix was not interested in corn and sundried tomato tofu. When he refused to eat it,
they insisted. When he threw it on the floor, he was sent to his room.
Phelix was not interested in this new place. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like them. In his room, he
became more and more angry. So he stomped on the toys and broke every
one. He tore up the sheets, and tore down the curtains. He tore tore open the pillows and tore
off the clothes. He growled and he snarled, he bit and he spit. He punched, pounced and slung
things around. He jumped up and down, and then fell on the floor, kicking his feet in the air.
Phelix was sent away. And no matter how hard, they tried to scrub, buff and dress him, Phelix was… sent away…
“What do they know? They can't tell me who to be! I'm the one in charge of me!.”
But, inside, Phelix wasn’t so sure…he was sad and scared and angry. And
each time he was sent went away, he trusted fewer and fewer people. He was determined never to want any one person or place ever again.
One day they said, “We’ve got a new home! Now try to be good and you might get to stay!”
“Right…” thought Phelix, “not likely.” Then he was scrubbed, buffed and dressed up again.
“I’m Beth,” the lady said as she stuck out her hand. “And I’m Eric” said the man beside her.
Phelix just growled a low growl and looked at the floor.
“It’s nice to meet you Phelix,” said Beth kneeling close to him. “I'm glad you’re willing to give us a try. You must promise
me something, O.K.?”
Phelix frowned. Here we go again. Be good, don’t tear anything up, keep quiet, stay clean and be nice.
Beth continued, “You must promise to tell me what you like, and what you don’t. And I promise to do the same. But, we must do so as nicely as we can,
because that’s what people do when they care about each other.”
>> Phelix just growled. They don’t care about me. They don’t
even know me. If I say anything, they'll use it against me.
When they got to the new house, Eric grabbed Phelix’s bag.
Phelix grabbed the bag out of his hands, let out a big growl and stomped off!
"Phelix wait" said Eric. "I understand, it’s your bag. But, if you need any help, make sure to ask. I’ll
always help if I can. Would you like to come inside?”
Phelix was confused…this man didn’t yell at him. He didn’t hit him or try
to get the bag back. Phelix struggled a bit to get the bag in the house, but he was afraid to let it
go. It had everything he owned inside it.
In the kitchen, Beth asked if he was hungry. Phelix was hungry, but instead, just growled a little.
“Maybe you’d like some pancakes?” Phelix looked up a bit.
“With chocolate chips and bananas?”
His mouth began to water but he just shrugged before shaking his head yes. He ate one
pancake after another, growling a little as he scarfed them down. “You have a big appetite.”
Beth smiled. “But you might slow down or you could get sick.” Phelix stopped to look at her,
then pulled his plate closer, growling softly..
In his room were new games, books and toys, and places to put his clothes. “Put
anything where you’d like. We want you to feel comfortable.” Eric was about to leave and
added hesitantly, “Would you like a bedtime story?”
Phelix frowned and growled again. He threw one of the books across the room and shook his
head no. Eric looked a little sad as he picked up the book. “Well, maybe later. We’re
just down the hall if you need anything.”
Phelix sat on the bed looking out the window. A bedtime story would have been nice, but
he reminded himself that monsters don’t like books anyway.
There were strange new shadows and noises. He decided to sleep in the closet to
get away from them.
But Phelix had a nightmare anyway and woke up screaming.
Eric ran into the room. “Phelix?" The bed was empty.
“Phelix? Where are you?” The closet door was cracked open. He peeked inside.
Phelix was curled up in a ball in the corner and growled when he saw Eric.
Phelix?" Eric began. Phelix grabbed the door and pulled it shut.
Eric sat down next to the door. “If you're scared..."
"I'm not a fraidy cat! Go away!"
Eric paused. "When I was a kid, I had really bad dreams. But I had magical powers too." He waited to see if
Phelix would growl again. He didn't. “I have a special mind ray that
destroys bad dreams. If I open my eyes really wide, and focus on blasting them away,
ray zaps them to pieces! Maybe we can find a way to turn your mind ray on too. Would you like that?"
Phelix didn't respond, but rocked back and forth in the corner.
“I’ll do everything I can to help”, reassured Eric. “Maybe we can chase them away together.”
The next day, Phelix went to school. The kids made fun of him and he got in a fight.
The next day he yelled at the teacher and stomped his feet.
The next day he tore up his math book and knocked over his desk.
Each day that week Phelix was sent to the principal’s office. And each day, Beth and Eric came
to talk to the principal. Then they would talk to Phelix. But they didn’t send him away.
At home, Phelix would sneak food into his room, and spill milk at the table.
He would pound on the doors if he didn’t get his way. He would throw all his toys and books in
the floor, and stomp them to pieces. He broke a window and a lamp, and knocked over a plant.
And each time, Beth and Ericn would talk to Phelix. But they didn’t send him away.
Then one day, after a particularly hard week, Eric asked “Phelix, are you happy here?” Phelix
just hung his head and kicked the floor with his right foot. “You know, I once told you, that if you needed something,
and you asked for help, I would do whatever I could to help you. It feels like you’d rather be somewhere else…with someone else.
That makes us sad because we want you to be happy, but if that’s what you want, all you have to do is ask, and I promise I’ll do
what I can to help.” Eric touched Phelix on the shoulder as he left.
Phelix thought. He was confused. No, he was angry. No, sad. No...scared. And then angry again.
“I knew this would happen! They don’t want me
either. They’re just like all the rest!”
That night in his dream, he was chased by other monsters. They were bigger, and put him in a cage. They took him to the circus. They sold tickets
and everyone pointed and laughed
and threw peanuts at him. "Time for the next town little monster!"
They started to cover his cage with a heavy blanket. He couldn’t see anything.
He couldn’t breathe! He grabbed onto the bars. “Let me out!!!!!” He woke up
“Phelix? Beth ran into the room and went to the closet.
"Are you o.k.?"
Phelix growled and threw his pillow and favorite bear at her. He pulled the door closed and
huddled under his blanket.
"Eric said he'd chase the bad dreams away! He lied!"
Beth sat down next to the closet with a sigh. Then she began to sing softly.
When I was a child, and had nightmares,
my mom would come in and stroke my hair,
she’d kiss my forehead, and hush my cries,
and then she would sing me a lullaby.
The world is a scary place at times,
But try to be brave and hold on tight.
The fear in your heart won’t last for long,
Cause here in my arms is where you belong.
Sleep safe and well my blessed child,
if the nightmares return dark and wild,
I’ll chase them away, and their shadows too,
So go back to sleep, knowing I love you.
Inside the closet Phelix cried himself to sleep as she sang.
When he woke up in the morning, he was covered with the blanket, and his head was on the
pillow. For the first time in a long while, he felt…safe. He did like it here. And he liked…them.
Phelix thought a lot about that, and made a decision. He wanted to stay.
Each day, he growled a little less, and talked a little more.
He ate his food a bit more slowly, and didn’t throw any on the
He listened more in class, didn’t stomp around, and visited the principal’s office less.
He got used to the shadows and noises, and read stories each night in bed.
He even put all
of his clothes in the closet.
And week by week, he slowly began to change. His horns and ears grew smaller, and
smaller. His, claws and fangs became short and less pointy, and his fur disappeared from all but
He stood up straighter, and always walked on two feet.
His eyes grew wider, and he learned how to smile and to laugh.
And though a bit of the monster would always be there, his new family loved him all the
same. And it wasn’t long before, he realized, he loved them too.
(Last image should be of the three of them holding hands and walking away – back view of all three. All three have tails.)