One Shot: Monsters

 Monsters

By Khari Eventide / Melody Evenstar

Tags: [Prison, Primal, Lesbian]

CW: Choking, Violence

Characters and Colours:

Melody Davis (Prisoner 13120)

Detective Moon

Guards

Melody allowed her thoughts to wander as she was pulled through the long grey hallway, its walls made of uneven naked concrete. Ugly. Cold. Not something one would expect to enrich their home or be an accurate reflection of the world as a whole. And yet here it was, representing a place she was forced to call home. No warm lights flickering, no wife waiting for her with a smile on her face, nothing but the bald cold face of eternal loneliness. A man-made purgatory, no light at the end of this tunnel. Her mind’s eye moved to her wrists that were clad in iron chains. The chains were cold, and heavy, and the fact that she was pulled along by them made them feel so much more oppressive. In her mind, always and at all times a thought ringing louder than all the rest of them, a call for freedom. Be it poor, be it downtrodden, everything was better than waking up to find an eternity out of her control. The longer she had to sit, the more she learned to live with these thoughts, but they’d never go away, they’d never subside, she’d just get better at tolerating their ringing in her ears.

The Beast (Experimental Artsy-Horror-Short Story)

The Beast

Fitting Songs:

SH3 – Never Forgive Me, Never Forget Me

SH – Tears of...

How cold the day is, that you chose for this trip,

how deep the evening runs, the setting sun above your head.

You cannot remember why you chose to walk through the forest this evening,

you only know that you must.

You do not know this path, you only know that you must walk it.

Like a strange attraction, a feeling in your head,

Like a brick beneath your chest, as if your spine could not bear to turn the other way.

A flicker in your heart, a pain like a needle at mere thought of standing still.

As you walk this path, you can feel the coarse stony ground tremble beneath your feet,

spawning cracking sounds as if you walked on bones.

Every step, you can hear them – crumbling, breaking, pushing against your feet as you step on them, a strange sensation like a lust engulfing you.

You know why you’re here.

You remember now.

They told you not to look.

To stay away.