Friday, January 11, 2013

Rite Of Passage

Blindfolded, he felt his father’s strong hand lead him down slick, stone stairs and, at length, he heard the sound of a heavy door being closed and locked behind them.

When his eyes were uncovered, he saw a dimly lit chamber full of curious and unknown items, dominated by a heavy wooden table. Chained to that table was a young girl, scarcely older than him, whose eyes were wide and frightened, her cries muffled by the leather strap pulled tightly across her throat. 

Smiling, his father gestured towards the instruments laid out on a smaller side table, “Take your pick boy and enjoy the suffering of your birthday gift.” 

The genes for evil and depravity had bred true in the innocent-seeming lad and with a quirky smile of his own he selected the first of many implements he would use to reduce the captive girl to little more than quivering gobbets of bloody flesh.

This story was written for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction flash fiction prompt: inspire. 


  1. Oh my gosh. How sinister and full of pure evil. Inspiration comes in many forms. I can't stop thinking about that poor girl. This has a detective story feel about it. . .you could continue with this character.
    I thought you wrote it really well. x

  2. The last paragraph turned my stomach - well done!

    Lou x


  3. Yup, not a father and son I wish to meet... so well written, but so gruesome too!

  4. Eek! That did not go where I expected it to!

  5. Disturbing, will pray on my mind now, and written so well too.