Prison Creative Writing

So much pain, so much blood. Everything was fuzzy, people looked like splotches blocking my vision. The yelling. It’s getting louder. I look for light, but only darkness is here now. There. Under the door. I try my hardest to lift the fallen door, but a shooting pain propels up my leg so I stop. “

I look at the wooden door opposite of me, I walked towards it and pulled the iron door handle and walked towards the dark abyss before me as I once again head out to challenge the

I shiver at the sound, there is only one person in the room who would cause me any harm, the scout was up. It was impressive he could move after being tossed around like a rag doll, greater so he had the strength to lay his hands on me. Unluckily for him I knew where all his wounds were. As his grip tightens I swing my arm to where his upper abdomen would be. He grunt of pain tells me I found it. His grip loosens and I push him away from me. The man doesn’t stumble very far, but the look on his face told me he wasn’t used to being beaten. Assessing my threat level, he charges. I have hardly any time to block his swing and milliseconds before it happens, I know he isn’t going for my face. There is a crack from my leg and pain shoots from my ankle. I scream in agony. The scout pins me down, I should have left him in the woods after

Maybe it's the red light, but everywhere I look, the walls bleed more blood than a wall should ever bleed. It calls to me and I see faces. I see Richard and Wesley and Astrid and other men, women and children. Their blood paints these walls and the guards don’t even give a second thought to the brushes they hold. I am thrown into a pitch black room.

They shoved past me and headed towards my car. They didn’t get far, though. Buddie jumped out of the front door and bit the first one on the arm. He screamed bloody murder and ran back into the brush. The other one ran at me, but Buddie bit him in the leg, and he too ran off, yelling to high heaven. The leader aimed his shotgun at Buddie, and Buddie sprinted at him. The leader tried to pull the trigger, but he never got the chance. A figure behind him thwacked him across the head, and he slumped to the ground.

“Uhm guys what's that?” Sarah questions as she's shaking of nervousness. As I turn my head to look at what they were talking about I see a very old, rusty, scary looking house.

My vision blurs momentarily, then focuses and I freak out. I slap the hand away from me, scrambling back. Terror fires through me as my mind still tries registering what’s happening. I don’t get far in my scrambling as my back slams into a wall and I turn, panicking.

I gave a rough kick to his leg under the table, wiping the smirk off and replaced it with a pained expression. “You’re Blake Lawson and I know you don’t need me to be another person forever in your debt. Are we

I proceed past the desk and down a long narrow hallway. It was dark like a haunted house. I twirl my key in my hand.

I’m running. I can’t scream, my lungs are burning and something is chasing me. I see a light at the end of the dark and gloomy hallway but it keeps getting farther no matter how fast I run. The thing behind me is getting closer, I can smell its rotten breath. All of the sudden I feel the sharp pain of broken glass burying in my feet. I fall onto the glass covered floor and finally a scream escapes my throat.

Just like the entrance, this floor was completely deserted. Dust covered the surfaces and the lights flickered. Suddenly, you saw something move in the corner of your eye and you immediately shot towards it, only to find completely stillness. Confused, you rushed forward, just wanting to hopefully find Harry and getting out as quick as

He hesitates a moment longer, then looks over my shoulder and gives a quick wave of his hand. A few seconds later, a hand touches my shoulder. I turn my hand reaching for one of the knives at my belt, then pause when I take in a massive olive skinned man standing in front of me.

Suddenly a group of men appear from nowhere, “Get down on the ground!” One of them shout. He has a gun pointed at my head. I don’t intend on dying tonight so I abide by his orders. “Do you have any weapons?” The man says again.

"A bunch of people are freaking out over haywire toasters." Lightningbug mused, hovering in the air over the building, watching over the panic. "I 've already emptied out a third of the hostages." He added, ushering a small child into a safe zone. "Might as well make this distraction

The door’s slim frame shakes and squeaks upon entering, a cry of happiness and sadness ready to greet you. This room is a Tardis in itself. The forever pending doom at your feet awaits for- “Wait what, OH NO!! THE FLOOR IS LAVA, QUICK GRAB A SCALPEL!! *Chucks at ground, it disintegrates* *ear piercing screeching* “MADAY MADAY WE ARE GOING DOWN!!” *Panic arises* “JUMP FOR IT, JUMP FOR YOUR LIFE!!”, oh where were we? Right, doom impending at your feet. To your left,you will see a door that leads to a wall. Stay a good 5,000 foot radius away from it. (“Why do you have it then?” “SHUT YOUR TRAP!!”.) Do not open that other door to your left or you will be sucked into a portal and your soul will be devoured by the heartless and