There was a bedsheet that was tied to the top of the bars and was hanging down; it worked as a curtain, so no one would see what was going on inside. Of course, no one could see, but they could hear it clearly. To the right of the bars, there was a small toilet attached to the wall; on top of it, there was a sink. Above the sink, there was a small mirror att...
Brok woke to an assault of small hands, shouting, and a swift tying to a tree. In quick succession to this was a blow to the gut and a single question. "Where is she?". Even with in his groggy state he could see that he was surrounded by a semi-circle of small green soldiers holding spear tips centimetres from his face. The one asking the question appeared t...
Author's note: This story takes place during season 2. *** The woman who called herself Amanda Clarke stared dumbfounded at her TV screen, unable to believe what she was hearing. It was true it might mean this nightmare was finally over... or it was just beginning. It all depended whether Emily Thorne, a.k.a. the real Amanda Clarke had done this, and if s...
It's not easy being a guard in the prison where your best friend is serving time on a drug rap. He had served three years and was now up for parole. He had a clean prison record and the promise of a job on the outside. It wouldn't pay as much as his old job at the auto plant, but it was a good job, provided by a football fan who remembered Lester Vernon as t...
My memory of the events of the past few weeks are still a little foggy. I am sitting here in a room which very much resembles the inside of a meat locker. The walls and ceiling comprise of a silver metallic alloy that were always cold. The door is all glass with the same metallic alloy framing the glass but no door handle on the inside, most likely to keep m...
The story of my life – I'll call myself "Alicia Moore," not my real name – since I turned 19 is proof that truth is stranger than fiction. Undoubtedly part of the bad things that happened to me were due to the fact that at 19 I was a completely confrontation-averse person who had led a sheltered life, and maybe could even be described as a milquetoast; but m...
I was locked in a room. A prison cell. My cellmate, I quickly discovered, was a whole head taller than me. 'She,' had swollen lips and long, curly hair pulled tightly back. Her face was long and her features large and commanding. She had brown, creamy skin. She looked at me, smiling at my awareness of 'the inevitable'. I sat on my bunk and shivered, gazing...
Gayle and I were relaxing naked on her bed. She was having a drink and smoking a cigarette while I was just enjoying the buzz that I had from having consumed nearly two full glasses of Jack after having had anal sex for the first time. The next thing that I know, the doorbell rang and Gayle scurried off the bed putting on her nightgown. In walks Vinnie with...
I would just like to say that I have had a few nasty comments about the morality of my characters in the first chapter. This story is based on mostly fiction and very little reality. Therefore, the morality of my characters is NOT the main focus of this story. ***** Ever since Raven gave me a little taste of her honey love, I've been unable to think of any...
Day Thirty-Four: Exercise Not another word passed between Rose and myself that evening, and the stony silence persisted the following morning. I lugged the slops bucket sulkily out of the cell, and kept resolutely silent on returning. I had hoped that after a night's sleep Rose might apologise, but she went about her daily rituals as though I was invisible....