Confirmation

in writing •  7 years ago 


Melanie was behind the locked kitchen door. The smell of freshly cooked food was filling the air around the house. She was banging and banging on that door, begging for George to open; but he would not say a word back.

The police arrived too late. When the officers barged in, one of them slipped and fell on his back. The floor was all wet and dirty. George knew how to cook, but would always make such a mess.

They cuffed him, as he did not resist them. His face was wearing a mask of indescribable serenity and the only thing he ever said to them was:

I have always thought she was such a sweet person. Now that I've tasted her, I know for sure.



*Original story by @ruth-girl - Steemit, 2018
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😳 Oh!

Did I shock you Abi? Apologies, I am just under the effect of another dark story I was on and once I get in a certain mood, it is hard to get away...

Apologies accepted 😌
Have a great week!
😘

Laugh! I had a predominantly dark time at the beginning/middle of my thirties. I once wrote down the sentence: "Waiter, please, the devil-roast, well done!" Which is an equivalent of a very naughty and nasty child.

What fascinates you about this abysmal side?

Is it the shocking thing about what people are capable of? They usually do not eat themselves proverbially... Is that it? That people assimilate other people?

The devil-roast? We have something similar that works as a misspelling pun: You see the words for pork chops and little children are the same, only you read one letter differently by using παϊδάκια (chops) and παιδάκια (little children). That was a joke some teachers back in primary would do to help us remember to use the ϊ and avoid... misunderstandings like this one:
Shopping list: 1kg mince and 1kg little children

Actually I was never into cannibalism stories nor was I drawn by these tactics, I have seen the Silence of the Lambs and Anthony Hopkins is just amazing, it's just that I could never understand what urges these people into tasting human flesh. I have seen other films from time to time and I still cannot understand their way of thinking. Trumpman showed me a scene from Hannibal (the series) yesterday, so I was influenced and wrote this short piece. I am also on another dark story I am trying to complete and the mindset is directed towards this kind of "insanity". There was also an exercise @anibas told me about the other day (write two sentences - create tension between them - define "tension" any way you want.) and I was trying to work on that too, so the closing part was taken from such an experiment.

Admittedly, I find sociopath stories interesting, stories that have to do with psycho-killers, their psychoanalysis and digging into their problematic past to understand why these people act in so unhuman ways in their adulthood. I guess what attracts me is the immense power on a person's psyche early life experiences can have. And as I have said again, it is a "magical" moment when you get to spot the threshold, the exact time, the last straw that once pulled there is no return (that's also the reason I like psychological experiments and films like Die Welle).

For now my writings focus on the moments of darkness because it's easier to picture just one episode, I wish I manage to get better and better and build one such story from its very beginning once :)

:-) LOL! Thank you for the little Greek lesson. Funny how you've got a similar thing.

Do you mean the way the directors think or the way the protagonists in the film think? I do not really believe that there are any psychopaths who eat human flesh, or if there are, then in such small numbers that they do not need to bother us.

For me, such dark films and the fascination they exert on people are also a question that I cannot answer unequivocally. I think it is an exaggeration, a symbolism to express the dark in every human being. So my question to you is whether it's about assimilating other people... in the sense of mastering them, having absolute control...

In this respect I recognize myself in Hanibal Lecter, even if it is only in the figurative sense. ... Although this seems to disappear into the past and the cold manipulative strategy is not mine (and never had been, although a hint of it haunted me). I am interested in where we are manipulative without knowing it and the lies of ourselves and the illusion of our own benignity can still be uncovered. ... I hope that's not too much of an offhand thing.

... When writing I find it difficult to penetrate all facets of a character and to take into account the contradictions that a person unites in himself. Building tension is also an art, I see that you are concerned with it. Writing is very difficult as I find... but also fascinating, because you get to know yourself very well and you are forced to change your perspective like in a therapy, because you shouldn't draw all characters from one position.

Surely you have made the beautiful experience, how it is, if this succeeds...

What would you say, did you get to know a part of your personality while writing that was not clear to you before?

... I do not necessarily have to have answers to them, because they are very personal questions. You've just come on the spur of the moment.

In a film it is always the director's viewpoint you get, so you don't have much of a choice.

I was never the manipulative type (at least that was not my goal, although I have caught myself doing it from time to time, especially on a past boyfriend, this only came from a feeling of insecurity and low self-esteem, perhaps the fact that I consider my self somehow spoilt - as I was the firstborn child of the family - added to this).

What scares me the most is not that I am drawn to such dark deeds, but the fact that I can think of something as sick as this. When I write, I get into the scene, I try to hear, see, smell, even taste(?) what is there and this is disturbing at times.

And I don't think I got to meet or understand better a part of me; through my "depressive" pieces I know it is my tendency to cling to a depressive state of mind every once in a while. My romantic pieces come from an inner longing for romance. The sarcastic... it's just who I am, I sarcastic person. The dark, mysterious and "lethal" I believe are just a bet with myself: "be the bad guy you could and would never become, try to make stories like the ones you watched in those police series you enjoyed in the past".

But you got me into some further thinking now, thanks!! :D

:-) Thanks to you to let me know.

Your post from yesterday was really beautiful - this phenomena in Yosemite National park, the story, the film and the information in the end was a round piece.

Oh! Thank you!

And I feel bad for not making it to read your story yet (I surely haven't forgotten about it)

I love your short stories and their twists ♥

Thank you! Thank you! :D

Seems like he was fed up with her :D

Spot on comment! ;)

When you read too much biology in a single day...

Melanie was behind the locked kitchen door

MelaniN was behind the locked kitchen... What?
MelaniN kitchen... What is the relation between the stake, melaniN and kitchen?

Oh... It's a story. Not about the melaniN

Melanin was behind the locked kitchen door. After the depilation was done, the woman threw the dead hair in the rubbish bin and locked the door to make sure they will never come back again... Is it any better or did it get even more gross now? :P

Thank God I'm in the cutting phase now...

Did I miss something??? lol

I don't think so :P

Ruthie πειραζει που μου τρεχουν τα σαλια βλεποντας το φιλετο???...

Να σε φωνάζω Χάνιμπαλ;

....δε θα ετρωγα την Μelanie....ισως να ηθελα να την 'φαω' διαφορετικα βεβαια αλλα σιγουρα δε θα εμπαινα στη διαδικασια του κανιβαλισμου
...για το φιλετο ομως που μας μοστραρισες δε θα ειχα αντιστασεις....medium to rare....με λιγο αιματακι....και mushroom sauce απο πανω.... ωωωωχ τα σαλια μου τρεχουν....

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Χτυπησα αλλα ενστικτα δηλαδη, ουφ! Παλι καλα! :)

(κι ετσι για να ζηλεψεις, εγω παω για τσιπουρακι και μεζεδες σε λιγο - σλουρπ! σλουρπ!)

καλα να περασετε!!!....στην υγεια της Melanie....:))

Lol. You have some mind. I’m gonna assume eating means something else.

I have some mind... or some serious issues :P

You’re fine. Unless you’re not.

Πόσο μου αρέσουν αυτές οι σκοτεινές ιστορίες σου!!!
Μου θύμισες και το story με τα μύδια τώρα..

Ευχαριστω! Ευχαριστω! Ελπιζω να μη σου βαζω ιδεες για καινουριες συνταγες μονο... :Ρ

Χαχαχα!! Μου έχεις βάλει ήδη τις ιδέες..!!

Κρυβε λογια! Με το blockchain μας εχουν φακελωμενους εις τον αιωνα τον απαντα! :Ρ

Άσε άσε!! Έχεις απόλυτο δίκιο!! Που να κρυφτείς?!

I only see a delicious plate of steak. And my God! It looks wickedly enchanting @ruth-girl. Lord save my tongue!

Did I just make your appetite? :P

Lolz.....Hell Yeah!

Mmmmm... delicious.

Bon appetit! :P

I'm a little worried. Are you alright? 😲

I am perfectly fine and I have all my limbs - the same I assure you for anyone else around me ;)

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Did you eat this today? 👩🏼

Nope! I had something else... :)

Wooooahhh!! That I did not expect :( 😩

it looks delicious