The Inmate - Original Writing :: Papers

The Inmate - Original piece The sounds of the keys echoed across the vestibule. Past each clique of bars the keys rang a treasured freedom. As the keys and the guard strolled past, almost motionless bodies morose, all drawing immediate to the keys. Closer, closer stop. The cold bars formed the wall that could not be broken. The freedom. All hands were on this wall except one. One set of hands lay quiet, still and with no movement. These hands belonged to a tall, brown-haired person, a man, and a ghost? ===================================================================== As the guard reached the end of the hallway this sly-looking being whispered, Its mine Laughter spread across the cages as usual. You on the high again, ringer? sniggered Jon. Wait and see, wait and see. The evil laugh that sounded after seemed to be from the movies. The voice trembled. Everyone just lay quiet. The next morning appeared as quickly as the routine it was ac customed to. The inmates were gathered for breakfast, given cartridge clip outside for some exercise and then brought hold up to their cages. Same routine, analogous times, same people-but today something was different. Something was just not right. What is it bout today? questioned Henry, Its just so strange. I cant put my finger on it. The other men nodded in agreement Yeah, it feels like some one jus died, replied check out The hall modify with an uneasy silence. Mark got up and looked outside the small window, in the back of is cell he s withald there gazing. He said to himself, Ive spent too long in here, 20 years of my life, 20 years for something I didnt even do. A strange voice then called, Mark Mark I will set u free he turned but nothing again the voice Mark, Mark still nothing. Mark turned to his fellow inmates and shouted, Who is that? they all looked at him blankly. He ran to the cold