Posts Tagged ‘prison’

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Three lights shone overhead, piercing the dark metal of the gates. Edgar avoided them, keeping to the shadows. Shadows were softer, safer. Shadows didn’t pin you down and cut you.

And the three lights became three staring eyes of fire, sweeping the cold stone towers for him. The metal fences gleamed like teeth, shook as the furious roar echoed in the dark. They wanted to devour Edgar, to strip skin from bone. They would cut him up like butcher’s meat.

And then they were fences again, still and solid and metal. Edgar shook his head, trying to shake loose the demons in his mind. They were always confusing him, always pinning him in, alway telling that things were there which weren’t.

He had to move quick, before they came in again.

Edgar raced across the courtyard, dodging the searching beams. They tried to catch him, but he was too fast, too clever. He knew how they moved.

Hurling himself against the fence, he climbed hand after hand. The metal was cold and wet against his skin.

Everything twisted as the beast roared and Edgar wondered: Were the eyes and the teeth in his imagination or was the prison the hallucination?


Word Count: 200

This is for Sunday Photo Fiction!

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Rain patters against the glass, running down. Drip. Drip. Drip.

I look up at the twirling walls of my prison. Change is the only constant here. Today it’s semi-translucent walls with little red marks on the far side. Yesterday it was silver, endlessly twisting down into an abyss.

This is the greatest prison ever devised, the prison that can never be escaped. There are no guards, no bars. Just the walls that will not break, because if I break them, it will all be over.

The prison, you see, is my mind. Endlessly inventive, working against me, taking little thing I’ve seen – the inside of a telescope, the coin slot at the casino, the drain on my sink – and making them into jails of the abstract.

They’ve locked me in here and I can’t break out.

Because if I break out, I’ll go mad, won’t I?


Word Count: 146

This is for this week’s Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and to Nonnaci for proving the prompt photo!