Please Don't Feed the Monkeys- Creative Writing

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

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...ave a place to walk, whenever I want, my food

is topped up constantly and soon my eyesight is perfect.

There are others here, all have a large cell and a little garden. We

are surrounded by signs, there is one on each cage.

This has our details, and medicine that we need. Also we have the

amount of food that we eat on average each day.

There are signs saying things like:

“Please watch your head, steps!”

“Floors cleaned twice a day, slippery ground.”

“Please don’t put hands inside cages”(the reason they have this one is

because one of my companions grabbed a man’s arm in a plea for help,

but pulled too hard, and dislocated his shoulder)

“Do not step past the white line.”

But the one that is everywhere around the room, in big black on white,

bold writing is:

“PLEASE DO NOT FEED THE MONKEYS.”