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“The blue lights flash in my rearview and that was the last time I saw freedom,” I write. The pen I’m using is flexible and causes cramps in my fingers. It’s like trying to write with a Red Vine. Inmates can’t be trusted with sharp objects, but it is better than nothing. God, what I wouldn’t give for a Red Vine!I’m writing slowly to avoid mistakes, but also ignoring the ones I make. I have to think carefully about every line. Crossing out words or sentences uses up more paper and it is a precious commodity. I write from ed...
Author's Note: This story was not inspired by the prompt. It is part of a larger novel I'm working on that just so happened to fit. I hope you enjoy it!The alarm clock screamed its usual bleep-bleep-bleep and Liam reached for the snooze button. This would happen twice more before he forced his eyes open, ready to take on the world—or as ready as any twelve-year-old could be. “Liam! Time for school!” his mother yelled from the hallway side of his door. He grumbles something unintelligibl...
“Dad, I hate this!” her voice was breaking up a little.“Hon, it’s only been six months,” Everett said.“Well, I know that, but—”“But what?” he asked, “you’re homesick? It’s too hard? You didn’t know it was gonna be like this? You miss your friends, family, etcetera?”“Well, I mean, yeah,” she chuckled a little.“Alex, home isn’t going anywhere. It’ll be here when you get done. Stop thinking about what you left behind and focus on your future.”
Sometimes I write stuff. Sometimes it's good.
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