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These features are being done under Penning The Tacenda Community Feature on SIV Podcasts Community Feature is a series of featuring 5 writers from different writing communities on SIV Podcast. This gives a wide range of poems to all the listeners Keep listening Keep SupportingMore about Penning The Tacenda: "Writing requires courage. Sharing your works requires confidence. At PTT, through our exciting daily challenges, we aim at developing this courage; we aim at enhancing our fluency in our languages, so that we can communicate to the world our noble ideas. Building our abilities requires daily practice. And through our challenges, we achieve this exactly."Featuring Aastha Garg ! More about Aastha : "Hi everyone, hope you all are doing great. I am Aastha, a 17 year old avid reader who enjoys writing and telling tales too."Menacing Monstrosity :Footsteps were heard scrunching the dry leaves in the blanket of eerie silence of the night. Sporting a wobbly pair of feet, a man walked down the alleyway. Stench of alcohol was wafting from his breath. Unaware of his impending doom, he sashayed away on the path that was now going to become his grave. Gaze filled with anger continued to drill his back, but his mind could not register it. Heavy breaths slowly followed his back but his loud drunk songs covered them up. A figure glided in the shadows and it seemed to be overtaken by lust, lust for blood. Hair long and tousled, face filled with a hunger that seemed hellish. Droopy eyes and smeared lips, red specks filled its face. Hollow cheeks were accompanied by sharp teeth. Pointy and as sharp as they could be, with meat still stuck in those white fangs. Long lanky arms that ended with fingers that were deformed into claws. A creature that reined the hell was awaken from his slumber. Each of his breath waiting to dye the world dark with every slash of his claw, with every drop of blood that spilt and with every soul that was extinguished. But even that creature held an unnatural beauty. Even if it was mangled flesh, it still gave off an ethereal charm. That yearning for blood made it seem a beauty with aloof nature. And that charm was devastating. The calm of the dark was transformed into a ravenous beast. Talons plunged into man's vulnerable back, slowly finding his guts and ripping it out. Flesh and undigested food gushed out from bloody hole. Bloodcurdling scream of the poor man frightened everyone awake. But that shriek was short lived. Another claw from the shadows ripped open his mouth and slowly gouged out the eyes. Sharp teeth tore apart his flesh. White bones gleamed in the dreary moonlight. Little by little the man was gone and only a bloody mess remained. Unexpectedly, the silhouette of the monster seemed to quiver, as if to mourn the heap of flesh. As if it held a sliver of sympathy for the man who was just mauled.~Aastha