Creative Writing: He Was He In The Jail

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You could feel the small draft coming from the long cement hallway, as Eric lay on the hard cot, staring at the ceiling. After lying there for two minutes, trying to figure out where he was, it soon came to his attention that he was in a jail cell. Eric sat up quickly; there were so many questions running through his head. Where was he? Why was he in jail? And what happened last night? As he paced around the cell he noticed hieroglyphics carved on the walls. Then an even more important question filled him with dread. " Where, exactly, am I?" Eric tried to scream for someone to come and explain to him what had happened, but no one came. After sitting there trying to figure out what happened, he began to feel around in his pockets. He soon

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