Bad flesh

Now here’s a creepy short horror story inspired by frankenstein from the in-house editor (me). Enjoy!
TW: gross flesh stuff
-editors note

Bad flesh

By Jasper S

I created a monster, not with fatherly love or benevolence but out of the darkness that is needed to be one above others, to be a god amongst men. The blackness of the night is the only witness to the horrors being unwound before it, making knowledge of the cardinal sin that is to be committed. On the bench lies a contraption of simplicity and on it the flesh of what used to be many men, rotting as a mound of red and white, oozing as flies fester within its dead folds of blood and eyes welting amongst its oils. This pile is within a large bowl, meters wide within this once lively auditorium. The mechanism of rotating spheres and triangles of steel comes into place, becoming a focus of the energies I have witnessed yet not understood for so long. 

I pull the lever, and the weights once used for stage props and effects now whir into motion a great power that now courses through the open space, zapping and welding the benches and walls, creating lightning-like burns creasing across the eyes of the beholders. The bolt of energy now arcs downwards and pierces the flesh, making it writhe once more, tendrils of energy and meat whipping around its cage. And the lights went out. Yet from the light of the stars, I see now the creature within its prison, moving like a large slug, oozing towards the sides. This is to be a marvel of science for many years to come, I think, yet I realize something fatal. The creature - the monster - is now moving between the bars of the cage as a slime, its new tendons and eyes moving across its red now-hardened flesh now moving towards me, rearranging from the mass. Its tentacles of razors made of broken bone twirling and etching across the floor. I can do nothing but watch as it moves closer.