Creative Writing: Jail Cells

It’s on the hill by the seaside, the clinic. The place that stole my freedom, my sanity.

As it turned out, they learned that while Bella’s past was not abusive, she did understand the concept of a dysfunctional family due to her situation with an ultra-artistic free spirited

As I walk up the stairs to the attic I hear a couple of quiet thumps. When I walk in the door I couldn't believe what I seen. Master Rufus was laying on the ground and dana had a knife in her hand with a look of hate on her face.” What did you do Dana?” I asked

When Aiden got to the castle he rest his nose on the cold dark metal bars hoping to see something, Thats when in a loud deep voice the police officer bellowed “ohhhh no you don’t” as he shoved the young boy back.

Damian had walked over and pick me up putting me over his shoulder, I was recoiling, but I hadn't the power to yell, I still felt a little faintness. “Do I have to carry you too?" Damian said with an eyebrow up, like he knew what his answer was already. My brother shake his head no and said “I’ll go, you don't have to worry." Out the door we all went, we went through the lobby and downstairs. Everything was silent and clean, different from the room we were just in. The chill air had gone away by now, but I tell you what, it felt even more dangerous than it did before. It was a calm night like it was intended for just Lucas and me. We went pass the entrance door and out to the field of grass, by this period I had stop recoiling. There was a nice breeze in the air, the moon shining down on us like giving us a path to walk.

Desperately, my eyes search for light. My ears craving the sound of life, activity, even the mice scurry away from me. I am currently spending my first day in the heart of this ‘correctional facility’ as they say. I am sitting in an eternity of darkness and silence. The Warden can’t be serious about this, I’m sure any minute he;’s going to clarify what Tommy said about that hell forsaken inmate of his killing my wife. He has to believe me. After all I’ve done for him, he needs to just consider it. My lungs are craving the fresh air, the musty, damp cell is slowly suffocating me.

"Then tell him you felt that it was up to Bella to come clean about what she had been up to. That tattling is never the answer." Jake said.

“What the hell? So I’m expected to sweep in there and fuck my mate before Zadicus discovers us?” Several of the females turned bright red. Well, they deserved to blush for even thinking that he should treat Tessa in such a manner.

With a sigh, James raised his head. “Looks like the other wolves are upon us.” He considered their options. “I’m in no mood to fight the entirety of the Pack at this moment, but we can leave them a definite message.” Lightning fast, James bit Bella. Laughter rang out again as Bella’s body slid to the

Bella: "I heard it all. What, are you going to go in more detail on the affair? Please, spare me. Charlie asked me if I wanted to know more and I told him the same thing. I may be in the wrong by not hearing you out, but that is my choice. Please respect it. I need space. I'm..." (tearfully scoffs) "I'm so angry right now! I don't want to see you or talk to you." (tearfully sighs) "When I'm ready, I will. I gotta go."

This article discusses different aspects and articles pertaining to prisons offering reading and writing to their inmates. Given the opportunity for reading and writing in prison could offer a positive affect and help reconstruct their lives. This could be a potential transformation for those on the “inside” as well as those going in as facilitators, as they are university students being given this opportunity and experience (1). However, there are those who disagree with this stance as it is seen as a “fun” activity for inmates who shouldn’t be enjoying anything as they are there to receive their punishment. Another raising concern is how will this work with the overcrowding and understaffing due to budget cuts. Among all the referred articles

All is silent now. Not a whisper, not a single sound nor movement is heard from inside the walls. Another night survived. I wake to the sound of bars being smacked with a wooden stick and boots pounding on the ground like the sound of an army of soldiers marching even though it was only one man, I am all too familiar with these sounds now. Today is a special day;, today marks two years of a four year stint of a four stint that I have been incarcerated. for now and I only have two years to go. I am used to most things in this place now but there are some things that will never truly sink in.

“OH MY GOSH WE ARE ALL GONNA DIE!!” Bella said, hyperventilating. Her countenance was pure terror.

“What in the world are you talking about? Why does everyone in this school keep giving me the look that you 're giving me now?” Frustration wells up within me. Greyson’s eyes enlarge to the size of saucers. His mouth forms a small O and i can practically see the gears turning in his head.

And then Ella saw the shadow. The dark human figure was perched on the roof close by. “Mommy, look!”