Creative Writing About Prison

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I awaken to the sun beaming through my tiny window. I place my bare feet one by one on the cold concrete floor, standing and stretching as high as I can, until that satisfying pop sounds as my spine loosens up. Then it's a reach for the toes as my calves feel loose again. I trot out of my small cell and begin jogging, as I have every morning for a really long time. The air is stale, cold and crisp. The staleness doesn't bother me much. You can't expect much in a prison that was built to contain one prisoner. That prisoner would be me. It's fully functional, even still, with the energy being drawn from core heat and everything built to last. They had to build it this way. They expected that I'd be here for a long time. The cell I sleep in exits to a large rectangular room with exercise equipment gathered in the middle and a running track around the perimeter. At one end is the kitchen with a hydroponic farm and breeding pen or what sustenance I require. Food is the hardest thing to deal with now. Each day, I barely eat enough to last. At the other end is the library, stocked to my request. I didn't expect I'd have this long so everything has been read quite a few times. …show more content…

Just, not this long. As my running comes to a stop, I bend over. Taking deep breaths to slow my heart rate again, letting the sweat drip slowly off the tip of my nose to the floor. As habit will do, I look up to the viewing station where the guards had once kept vigil. Not for years now, many, many

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