Quote from: avirex on March 21, 2015, 05:49 PM
it was a cold night, the blanket the staff had given me was barely enough to cover my tall body. with my feet poking out the bottom of the thin felt blanket, I lye there and shiver...  thinking about my past, my present, and my future, trying to decide, which could possibly be more depressing...

when in walks a large black man into my cell...



**stay tuned for part 2. ** bahaha

It's getting interesting.I WANT PART 2!!

I'm sorry. I didn't intend to do anything. Now, delete this post, since I regret it.

Quote from: MarianRV on March 21, 2015, 05:51 PM

It's getting interesting.I WANT PART 2!!

He entered my cell... Slowly got closer.... and closer.... I got tremor.... Dunno why... He lit the weak lamp and now i can see him.... He has a suit on and a towel on his arm. He bowed and whispered: "hot tea and fresh croissants for Sir..." then put a silver tray on a table, bowed again, smiled and went out.

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BAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA 

Quote from: XanKriegor on March 22, 2015, 04:10 AM

Quote from: MarianRV on March 21, 2015, 05:51 PM

It's getting interesting.I WANT PART 2!!

He entered my cell... Slowly got closer.... and closer.... I got tremor.... Dunno why... He lit the weak lamp and now i can see him.... He has a suit on and a towel on his arm. He bowed and whispered: "hot tea and fresh croissants for Sir..." then put a silver tray on a table, bowed again, smiled and went out.

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BAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA 

Why do I feel like this topic will become a great novel ?

Part 3 

Just as the black man was leaving, I said to him, "Gimme some advice bud, about how to survive in this place." He turned and said plainly, "You wanna live? Get a shiv." And then he left.

I was pondering these bleak words when the chief guard, Marc Mackay, strode into my cell. "Remember, there are two rules in this prison," he said. "Number one, play your cup games. Number two, obey all the rules."

"Yeah yeah, whatever," I said.

THIS POST IS TRASH!

and you?

part 4:

Then the all too familiar sound of steel on steel *clink* as my cell door closes reminds me, there is no escape...

as I pace back and forth in my small 5x8 cell, I think to my self... "or is there...."

I think about the guards, the cell doors, the fences, cameras, and alarms....  quickly snapping back into reality that escape is not an option...  Then "Tamika" comes to my cell, and extends her arm into my cell, in a gesture to take her hand... she has pretty nails, painted red, clearly its not real finger nail polish, but some mixture of jail house supplies..  Its not until I follow the trail of smooth, hairless skin with my eyes, up her arm and to her face that I notice....

Part 5:

I notice that the king nino is out of my cell looking at me and all the guards looking at him too, and trying to be cool to the king, while iam so skinny cos dont eat for days..pass thought the barrs of cell and keep walking like a chicken out of it, on the extremity of my fingers of feet, to dont make any noise... when iam out of it.. on the open area of prison.. a storm come around and push me out of prison... Yes i flew like a puto...then i ran....

lmfao... nino the king the was transsexual  with painted fingernails that came to my cell?? hauhauah interesting.

Aw nino, you ruined the story. ;(

Nino ruined it

Someone write part 6!

Quote from: avirex on March 24, 2015, 05:58 AM
lmfao... nino the king the was transsexual  with painted fingernails that came to my cell?? hauhauah interesting.

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