Creative Writing: Trying To Escape Prison

This was the perfect time to make a run for it. There was nobody there so why not. When he was breaking out he realized how simple the jail was. It's just one big room with a hall leading to the exit. When he got out of the exit, things got a lot less simple. He saw people screaming and running and there was even a building on the ground! He tried finding the most civilized person and found a man in a suit. "What's happening?" He asked. The man in the suit looked at Him like there was something wrong with Liam's brain. "Do you not know?" The man said rudely. "The government has fallen down and the people don't know what to do anymore!" Liam then asked "Can I do anything to change

Sentence was passed and in that moment my whole life completely changed. In the background, you could hear the people chant, “Justice has finally been served!” They don’t know me I thought. Everybody makes mistakes, right? But, where was my second chance in life. My luck, the death penalty became legal again and eagerly waiting for me to become its newest member. My palms grew sweaty as always when I grew nervous and scared. There was nothing I could do. These people wanted me to pay for what I put them through.

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

I soon fell asleep and woke up to the sound of traffic and people yelling as if someone ate the last piece of pie on Thanksgiving. Being half sleep my eyes weren’t fully dilated so I couldn’t see but with one wipe and a closer look at the sign I see the words, “Lew Sterrett Justice Center”. We had arrived at the local jail of the Dallas County. As we walk to the entrance, I was so scared I grabbed papa hand hard as possible. We came to a huge black door with tinted windows so no one could see through. Papa pushed a big red button to the right of the door that mad a loud horn sound. Then the door slowly opened and revealed a room with a door, metal detector and two officers.

“ Jimmy and I met at a dinner about twenty one years ago today.” stated Bob

I threw him out into the bright red, exclusive corridor of the 6th floor; where we had kidnapped him from his room in Hotel Central Paris. As I followed him, Jug grabbed him back by the back of the neck and shoved him to Alex, who took out his gun. He pressed our black coloured pistol was tightly against the man’s back, for when he made move to escape. We were too far into fail this time. I watched a man - an enemy - behind me fall down clutching his throat. A sense of satisfaction filled me. The five of us now worked together as a formidable team: Alex, me, Jug and our two accomplices. I almost growled beneath my mask thinking how one of us could have been so effortlessly snatched away. We were going to bring her back, whatever it cost.

Purgatory: A place where the most malignant/hazardous fiends are jailed due to their assailments on the human race. Their thirst for human blood still lingered within them, even after centuries of being caged in Purgatory. They probed everywhere for a way out of the illimitable, gloomy, foggy forest and rivers; killing themselves and others with hunger and insanity. Once a fiend is in, it’s nearly impossible to get out without a Reaper’s or Knight’s scythe.

Ever wondered what it's like to be a prisoner? He may have done something wrong to end up there, but ever wondered how someone's life is, once they get put behind the bars?

I'm going to visit my son victor and see what happened to him and how he got caught and placed in prison . As i arrive i noticed the gate was locked . Inside was a man named Mr .Kirwin . Mr.Kirwin was the man who was taking care of my sons case .

As I walk in through the doors to start the interrogation I take a big deep breath and walk in. I slam a pile of files on the desk and say “Mr. Winston Moseley I've been a homicide detective for 25 years and truth be told I have never seen a case like this.” When I said that he didn't say anything all he was doing was looking down at his handcuffs. So I sat down on the chair in front of him across

They chuckled to one another as if what they were doing was simply for their own leisure. I tried to estimate how many men were standing behind me but it was no use, my mind was racing with fear, I wasn’t as sharp as I usually was. Realizing I had lost sight of the group my mind turned to finding them, were they okay? Had they also been captured? No, I could see them still together, sharing a cigarette and laughing to one another. I could see them but could they see me? My radio…of course! All I had to do was push the button on the side and hope they would realize something was wrong. But could I risk it? I had no idea how many of them were behind me. Would they kill me instantly if I attempted to make contact? I had to try. I may be as good as dead anyway, what would be the point of not trying? I took a deep breath in and tried to maintain a slower heart rate. I slowly lifted my right hand up to my chest, until I finally had it in my hand. As I pushed down on the button, one of the men began shouting to the other. He lifted his foot, which then came back down directly on my arm. I shrieked out in pain as I fell to the ground. In the distance I could see my group looking up, trying to see if I was alright. I had done it; I was going to be okay. The man pushed the gun even harder into my head. “The phone…the phone…make the call now or I shoot.” Hastily, I picked up the phone and without a second

“Pretty much,” he sighed, almost as if he felt bad, but I could tell he didn't, "My brother did some messed up things, robbed a bank, hurt a bunch of people. But I couldn't let him go to prison, so I messed with a case file, and she found out. Was gonna tell, so I killed her. A cop in prison is a death sentence, you know this, and so I wasn't letting me or my brother go to prison. And even if you tell anyone no one will believe you, and the cops would never work with you, so I know you're not bugged. Give it up, no one will believe you and I gave you some

My sentence was life in the Insane Asylum for the Mentally Impaired until further notice of my sanity. The outcome was not swell, but it beat the jail cell or dying to the needle of a drug that put you into an endless sleep. The guard came, my escort, and took me away. Away from the courtroom, out of the jail, and out into the open.

Charged with the death sentence and jailed for some time , “SCENE FROM MOVIE”Coffey actions and methodology led the officer guarding the cells to question themselves about how a generous and well loving person would be accused of assassinating two five year olds. While serving his time coffey was still devoted into helping others “SCENE FROM MOVIE”. Being jailed did not affect coffey's as much because the guy was just the same person that feared darkness and the mortal that was across from his cell. Coffey was influenced by what his cell partner and his mouse were doing he was getting into a bond or connection of caring about them.

This place was terrible. They took our clothes away, forced hundreds of us into tightly packed rooms, literally stacked on top of one another like a can of sardines. I was missing you all so much and needed you at the time for comfort. I could not stand it anymore as we rocked back and forth, weeping and angry. As I was bleeding terribly, I forced myself to unlock my hands from the chain. At that point I didn’t care how much pain I was in, all I wanted to do was escape. When I finally did escape and free the others, this raging power came upon me to takeover the ship. The others and I killed all but two of the Spanish on the ship. It felt good to let out all the anger that was built up inside of me and I felt accomplished and powerful.