Stories tagged “prison”

  • In Which Edward Wakes Up

    The first thing that Edward noticed about the cell in which he so abruptly found himself was that he wasn’t alone. There was another occupant of the cell, and from the looks of her she’d been there for a long time. She was dirty, and her ha...

    • Author: Ford Dent
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
  • In Which Edward Meets Eloise

    “Oh, it’s you.” Spoken like someone was discussing the weather. Edward suppressed the urge to shriek girlishly and back into the wall, settling for the old standby of whipping his head around in surprise instead. “Who said that?...

    • Author: Ford Dent
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • In Which Vomit is Discussed Somewhat

    Edward sniffed. “That could be anybody’s vomit. I certainly am not willing to accept ownership just now.” “Well I certainly didn’t do it. And the rat doesn’t look like he’s the puking type. And you, I’ll ...

    • Author: Ford Dent
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Terror

    On the wall there hung a man. What was left of a man. His arms were almost encased in the wall itself, his head hung down onto his chest, eyes, if they could still see, watching the filth run about the floor just below his dangling legs. He wasn’t al...

    • Author: Beastie
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Embellished, Somewhat

    “It’s not an embellishment, it’s an accurate representation of the events of the previous evening!” Eloise brushed a speck of dirt off of a shirt that no longer had the capacity to appreciate such a gesture. “Anyway you ha...

    • Author: Ford Dent
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Life in Solitary

    i pull on the bars with idle hands distant eyes paint flakes off where the wraith of my rebellion has rubbed away the time floating outside staring up at the sky fifteen degrees of freedom in a circle without end another cup drains mnemosyne and leth...

    • Author: Xanathael
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
  • The Visitor

    The man who favored his left leg sat down on the other side of a plexiglass window and picked up the telephone. I picked up a matching phone and listened to what he had to say. “You’ve never done a single thing with your life that you could...

  • Meanwhile, at Gitmo…

    From Reuters, November 1, 2009: GUANTÁNAMO BAY, CUBA (AP) – American officials are still trying to contain the mass riots that are going on in the American outpost, say U.S. Army officials. Upon hearing the attacks that occurred on Halloween, th...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
  • Gefängnis

    Gitterstäbe des Gefängnis der Einsamkeit durchschwirrt Libelle translation -—— through the bars of the prison of loniness whirrs a dragonfly

  • The Orphanage 1 (edited ficlet)

    The room they were in was very dark, with the only light coming from one small candle at night, and a little window in the day. These children residing in this small, filthy, empty room were orphans, controlled by him. He was the owner of the orphanag...

    • Author: Turtles :)
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Inheritance

    The chest was heavy in the boys arms,though not as heavy as his heart. His father had died at the gallows that very morn after being found guilty of the culpable murder of his wife. The boy stared at the wooden object as a belated tear trickled down hi...

    • Author: Marli
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Prison in Have to Be

    Waiting, Waiting It consumes most of me With each second that ticks, My mind keeps shifting Between where I could, I should be, and where I have to be. Here, I have to be. Feels more like a prison, A prison with bars so thick, Seeing through it is stra...

  • Prison

    My nose burned. The smell was horrid. I opened my eyes to a sight I was all to familiar with. A stone floor, scattered with filth, greeted me. Rats scampered across the area right beside my head. I took a breath and coughed, the air was terribly pollut...

  • Escape

    I’ve been trapped in this tiny prison for months, with no memory of how I got here, or why. I simply awoke to find myself trapped, alone, unable to remember my name or my past. The last few weeks I’ve been exercising almost constantly, building my ...

  • It's Not Just You

    “Phew that was close,” I muttered as Hannah swung around the corner and behind the dumpster. I pressed my back to the slimy green surface and held my breath while I waited for the scuffling footsteps to fade out of earshot. I peeked my head...

  • Going through the motions

    Paul Lyons sat in his cramped cell. His fingers still black from the ink off of the finger print pad. The arresting officer never realized that Paul didn’t have any recognizable prints. So there he sat, in a cell built by lower creatures than his own...

  • Lockdown

    My fingers danced across the screen as I opened page after page of documents. “Staring at that screen all night isn’t going to help you.” My mother said standing in the doorway behind me. “No matter what they say i’m not g...

  • Free at Last

    The sudden rush of fresh air filled Scott’s nostrils. The small tiny hairs of his nasal cavity had not touched fresh air in over 3 years, at least free air. Scott Wilde walked down the fenced walkway to the main gate of what will be his former home. ...

  • Pastry Puff McMuff

    Mc Muffin still wants lessons? I can sleepwalk his expressions Off the steep stocks of great depressions He needs my permission to cheap talk— His voice I keep locked in D-Block prisons With Elsha, Krulltar, and Mess All confined with their weak ...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Yard (May 17th, 2010)

    Flurries of damp snow were beginning to settle in wind driven piles in the corners of the barren yard. Men shuffled around the space, some with limp cigarettes drooping from pinched lips, hands stuffed deep into their pockets. Our thin orange jumpsuits...

    • Author: dkscully
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Pardoned

    The crisp, cool breeze ruffled his hair. He could smell the rich, earthy reek of manure from the nearby farms; it was so much cleaner than the cycle of urine, feces and industrial cleaning solution that had marked the passing of his hours. The gates sl...

  • Ashes Ramain: Chapter One;; Part 2

    Before me now stood a large black man. A bead of sweat dribbled down my temple as I gulped what could have been my last breath. The creature opened his gaping mouth, “I am sorry, truly sorry to tell you this, but the corporation is having to make...

  • Jail Cell Suicide (Mature)

    Looming like churches A kind man searches For all the time he’s spent confined in the shadows— Crime purchased him the gallows An jail cell to yell of how purpose grows, About how only heaven knows A charcoal carcass of burnt blessings Drop...

  • Malted Prison

    I’m not quite sure how I got here; I think I’ve been asleep for a very long time. Everyone I’ve met feels the same way; it’s like we were put into some sort of suspended animation. How much time had passed? Time – it was a...

    • Author: Empty J
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.