Invasion Of The Metallic Tong Monster

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fan Fiction  |  No Houses

Here is a bloody tale of butchery and dismemberment for your coming Halloween enjoyment ...

 

Invasion Of The Metallic Tong Monster

Written By Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn

Copyright © 2015 Marvin Thomas Cox

DBA: Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn

All Rights Reserved

His world was shrouded in darkness. Darkness was all he'd ever known; that and the gurgling sounds of the surrounding world; a world that seemed to waltz in time to the beating of a not too distant drum, not at all unlike the sound of his own beating heart, simply louder, and, for some mysterious reason, comforting and relaxing.

Life was good. Life had graciously provided for his every need, food, water, and warmth, all within the confines of his home. Some might think his home to be an overly quaint, damp, and gloomy, one room tomb, but to him it was a mansion, a place where he felt comfortable, safe, and secure. Perhaps one day, in time, the urge to move on to better things might inspire him to leave the confines of this wonderfully perfect residence of contemplation, meditation, and rest, but for now this was his home, and home was all he needed, or desired. He wanted for nothing, lacked for nothing, at peace with the world, and the rhythm of that not too distant drum reassured him that all was well ...

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It was a perfect sunny day outside his darkened home when the invasion came. There had been no obvious warning, no signs given that his world was about to change forever. Well, that is, except for those brief moments, recently, when he had heard noises that did not sound kind at all. And then, there had also been that change in the beating of that not too distant drum. It was only a slight change in tempo, but somehow its rhythm had altered its beating; not quite so comforting and restful as before; now eerily, and hauntingly, foreboding ...

… Having never before witnessed that strange emanation known as light, his little eyes were clueless as to what he was seeing. From total and complete darkness, to sudden blinding attack, the creature invaded his world, the safety of his home, in one felled swoop; permeating his existence and all that he was ...

All living creatures possess one common attribute as a survival instinct, and that instinct is fear. If he could have run away he would have, but his little legs were not able to carry him. If he could have fought back he would have fought valiantly but his tiny arms were simply too small and too weak. If he could have screamed for help, he would have done so, but he was helpless to make even a sound. All he could do was stare blankly at what his, not as yet fully developed, eyes could see as only shadows within the invasive light.

Absolute terror gripped him. Within seconds the invading metallic tong monster had him within the grip of its powerful jaws, grappling at his tiny legs and arms one by one, crushing and ripping them in the process, as the wicked creature worked viciously to maneuver his tiny body around so that it could crush his head, and drag him from the safety and security of his home, literally torn limb from limb; dismembered as if by some wild beast of prey ...

… In a matter of moments it was over, as the tiny boy, that could have grown up to be President or a famous musician faded into the darkness that once fed and nurtured him, any and all consciousness now terminated. His tiny heart would beat no more, to the rhythm of that not too distant drum … Without mercy, the metallic tong monster drug the little boy from his mother's womb, piece by precious piece, to be disposed of, and later processed for fetal cell research …

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The tiny boy was now but a commodity that was in very high demand. In fact, billions were made by large corporations, each year, from the dismembered body parts and tissue of little boys and girls, just like him — all in the name of science, technology, and, of course, money. No one cared if the tiny boy was helpless. No one cared if he was innocent of wrong doing past, present, or future. He was just another unwanted child, and this was just a day like any other day in abortion clinics across America, and throughout the world; a world ruled by selfish people, who just so happened to be alive and enjoying the here and now, while exercising their rights to deprive the right of life to others unable to defend themselves, or speak in their own behalf; relegated to the status of rejected and discarded pieces of meat… … And if, one day, mankind finds himself faced with an invasion by aliens from outer space, will he not beg for that very same mercy denied the unborn, as the human race finds itself relegated to the status of pieces of meat to benefit those who have come, almost prophetically, to conquer the earth in visiting the sins of mankind1 upon his own head? Time will tell. In the meantime, perhaps, we should reconsider how we spend our time on this planet, and from whom we withhold mercy and life ...

(Written May 6th, 2015)

 

Author's Note:  Please do know and understand that I do support the right of every woman to excercise control over her own body, the right to abort her child if she so chooses.  My only thought in writing this little tale is that so very few women are actually aware of all the facts regarding abortion and what has become a seven plus trillion dollar a year industry worldwide and, therefore, is Big Business to those who would never discourage you from providing them with the fetal tissue means to become ever stinking filtheir rich as peddlers of human flesh in reaping profits from a decision that to you is most personal and thought to be private.  Lastly, imagine if that little boy depicted above were you ...

1Sins of mankind — Please note: no religious connotations are implied or intended.


Submitted: October 27, 2020

© Copyright 2020 Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn. All rights reserved.

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