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Please Don't Feed The Monkeys Creative Writing

2443 words - 10 pages

As I stare out of my cell at the keepers doing their rounds, I wonder
for the hundredth time or so what would have happened if I had not
left my home for a walk that morning six months ago.

I would not have been kidnapped, never to see my family again, I would
never have been thrown into this cell, three walls of which are bars a
finger’s thickness and two finger’s width apart.

I would be free to go where I want walk ; jump, run instead of being
taken for “walks” in the cement, high walled courtyard two times a day
to “stretch my legs”.

I know for a fact that one of the reasons that they have the walls
other than to stop us escaping is so that noone outside can see the
horrible mutilations that have gone on inside our walled prison.

One by one, all my companions have disappeared, and out of the fifteen
that went, only three came back. One had had his arms and legs
inverted, one has an extra hand protruding from his arm and the last
can no longer talk, but barks and behaves just like a dog. They have
told me about the terrifying experiments the scientists did to them
and probably will do again to me.

I must escape from this cess-pit.

They do treat us quite well, we are fed three times a day. I am a
vegetarian so I do not mind that we only get fruit and vegetables,
although my friends wish that they could have some meat. Although we
all hate this prison where we are hidden against our will, I am the
only one who wants to risk escaping and facing the wrath of the
scientists.

They are all especially scared of Charlie.

Charlie…

He is about middle-aged, and has got dark hair, or rather, had. He has
a halo (although he could never be mistaken for an angel) of wispy
graying strands above his ears, and other than that he is utterly
bald. He had black eyes, as black as charcoal and whenever he gets
angry they light up like fire and throw out sparks.

He is very fat so when he gets excited or angry, his face goes red
then purple, as if he were about to choke. Every time he does that, we
all hold our breath and hope…

We hope that he will choke to death then maybe we could live our lives
in peace with nothing to worry about.

We are all terrified of him :one of the reasons is because every time
he appears in our cage room, it means that another one of us will be
leaving, and if the experiment goes well, will come back … But our
life will be changed forever ;we will be monitored by the hour and
given lots of different foods to see whether it causes any ill effect.

The reason, I found, that we are hidden away like disused toys is
because the government have forbidden any tests like this to be done.
The tests are to find out whether it is possible to regenerate limbs
after an accident has occurred.

It has happened, but the limbs grow back in the...

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