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A man serving a life sentence has been writing to a stranger on the outside for months. One morning, the stranger turns up as his new cellmate.

Continue the story. Focus on creating a shocking reveal - how would the characters find out?

Writings

Behind These Bars, The Letters I’ve Sent

To those outside these shackled walls

To those who know better

I envy you

I envy anyone

I write to you daily

I think of you daily

I sleep sound knowing you live a better life than me


The sentence I hold cannot be took back

The lives I took will now take mine

The lives I saved do not count


To those who know better

To those who know of simple lives

I would trade you in an instant

I sleep knowing y...

How I Got Here

“Ah fuck it,” I whispered, writing a random address on the newly finished letter. I have no idea if the address even exists, but what’s the worst that could happen?

“Dear, no one,

I know that no one will probably ever read this but there is nothing else to do in this hell hole. So I might as well explain how and why I ended up in jail. My parents are dicks. And not like your average “aww they gro...

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Dear Mother Part 1

+ “Dear Mother,” Jontan wrote on a notepad, sitting in the court room. He had nothing to convince the judge otherwise, and neither did his lawyer.

“You were in the wrong place at the wrong time, Jo. It wasn’t you!” He kept telling himself it was going to be over soon. He would go home and let his 3 little dogs outside to play. He would call up his old friend and apologize for the time the...

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All In The Bendy Elbow

I cringe every time I see Jono’s elbow as he leans onto the table with his arm. He is double jointed and his arm bends in the weirdest way, it is truely frightful. I should be used to it, as that’s how my elbow bends too, it’s genetic, it runs in the family. We all have a weirdly bendy elbow that creeps people out when we lean onto something. It was strange to see my cell mate Jono have the sam...

Splitting Cells

His hand moved those words, no matter the injuries—-no matter the mood. He had to know how things were going on the outside. Beyond those walls of energy and bars made of laser light he knew nothing, nothing except what came to him through his one allowed possession, the ancient tablet that could receive emails, which nobody had written anymore for at least two decades. There were other ways to c...

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Life And A Serial.

My name is Joe, I am in prison for murdering my girlfriend after I caught her cheating on me with some old dude. Come to find out she’d been a hooker for a while and not told me. Lying slut! Anyway, I walked in and they were doing what he’d paid for and I guess he had paid for the special because was doing him good better than she has ever done me, but I guess I’ve never paid for it.” I smiled at ...

Life And A Serial.

My name is Joe, I am in prison for murdering my girlfriend after I caught her cheating on me with some old dude. Come to find out she’d been a hooker for a while and not told me. Lying slut! Anyway, I walked in and they were doing what he’d paid for and I guess he had paid for the special because was doing him good better than she has ever done me, but I guess I’ve never paid for it.” I smiled at ...

To “Whomever” May Need It

“Ridley!”


I slowly opened my eyes to the blurry silhouette of one of the cellblock’s guards standing at the open entranced my cell.


“Your ass better be in the cafeteria in the next 15 seconds or else you won’t ever see the light of day again!”


I didn’t even have to wipe my eyes to know that it was Holt standing at my cell door. You see Holt was a bit of, how you say, an ass. Holt was the wan...

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Two Truths And A Lie

“Johnson!”


I wake to my name being yelled my the guard.


“Johnson, come out and meet your bunk mate. How about you show him the ropes some?”


I walk out of the room and meet with my new bunkie. “Johnson and you are?”


“Crisinski” he said with a raspy old man voice. Like someone who has smoked since they could walk.


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It started with a letter. I got it on a Tuesday. Ev...

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Couldn’t Be Better

Bull folded the most recent letter and added it to the stack under his bed. Norton’s letters,

their monthly correspondence, had kept him sane for a long time. Bull had been given a life sentence in this hellhole for what he still considered self defense in a bar fight that the other guy started. Both of them had been drunk as skunks and the guy came at him with both fists; Bull retaliated with ...

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