Writing Prompt

I know i’m on trial for murder today, such a heinous crime to all of you who aren’t privy as to the reason I did it. What you don’t know is I actually did society a good deed, you see the man who lays 6 feet in the ground today, was a vile, wicked individual. A man who liked to prey on young girls, befriend them, groom them to be comfortable with him and to trust in him, touch them, steal away the...

He deserved it. He knew he had it coming. He touched

what’s mine and now he will pay with his life.

He may think I don’t know what he did. But my girl tells me everything. He will say “she was asking for it”. He may think prison will keep him safe, but no one can hide him from me.

I’m waiting, I’m biding my time. Rocco Moretti won’t see it coming until it’s too late. I have people on the insid...

"My sister was my best friend. I've never known life without her."

I don’t care.

I did not care when I killed her, and I do not care now. Listening to these sniveling adults has not made me suddenly start caring. I listen as they stammer through their speeches about their children being taken too soon and how their siblings were simply the greatest person on Earth, and I fidget with the cuffs ar...

I am here before you today already a convicted murderer in your eyes. ‘A man that chose violence instead of forgiveness,’ I heard someone say earlier this morning. But I am nothing more than a father.

Why did I take justice into my own hands? Because he slipped through the cracks and got away with taking my daughter’s innocence. He didn’t even serve a single day in jail. He stole from her. And i...

Any feedback is appreciated, I haven’t written much of this topic, but love to experiment.

The ticking of the old clock is all that occupies the quiet courtroom. The silence is loud. _Too loud. _

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The courtroom smells of cologne and an obnoxious amount of perfume. _Rich people. _I could care less, this is a waste of time. __

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I sit before the many that surround me, yet I’ve never felt ...

I’m here because I murdered my husband. I have absolutely no remorse for that man or my actions. He and I, we had our troubles. I coulda gone on much longer if he’d just take it out on me, but he turned on my babies, and, well, I was not havin’ none of that.

I sure do have regrets that I gotta be away from those babies, but I know I protected them. And this place, it sure has made me stronger. T...

He’s sitting in the courtroom, with a smug look on his face. He was disheveled. He looked like he belonged in an institution. I was on the jury, of all people, they made me the head juror. He had robbed the bodega, shot the owner allegedly. The prosecution interrogated three people. one was a detective , the Other2 were prostitutes,. Now after three days it’s time to deliberate. We all go into the...

“Ms. Melvy, your defense has made it clear you want to give a statement.”

“Yes your honor.”

The woman with her rosy blond hair tied back to just her shoulder steadys herself with a long breath. Sitting up out of the uncomfortable wooden chair.

Thanks to her lawyers Sofia was able to get out of her orange jumpsuit and into a tight burgundy colored knit dress. It was never a good color f...

Her eyes were stone, staring straight at him. He expected her to falter, but she didn’t. Expected a touch in her eyes, one he couldn’t find.

She knew she was right for doing what she did. She knew they wouldn’t understand, so she wouldn’t bother to explain. She would stand here, tall and stubborn, letting them know she thought she was right.

She could still imagine his face. Watching life drain...

I don’t believe I killed Levi Stewart.

I mean, I killed someone—something—for certain.  I’ll admit to that.  There’d be no point in trying to prove my innocence, not with the overwhelming amount of evidence stacked against me.  That’s not what I’m trying to do in this statement.

What I’m trying to do is explain.  Incarcerate me all you want, I don’t particularly care.  Honestly, I probably deser...