55 year in prison has to do you well, its all I know. But today i my time to get out and leave to the world I haven't seen in decades. I haven't seen so many cars on the road, my Papa had one when I was little but this, this is truly amazing how fast the world flew by. I got a job at the little shop packing bags on Mary Street and a place to stay just across from there but it's just not my style, eating horrible food and laughing with the gang is where I want to be. I decide to go up and write my name on the wall up above where everyone will see it just like my sell. I stand on the wobble chair, then the table and carve that 'Brooks was here', this is where I once called home. The wobble table ends up falling from me but the noose catches my fall and my world falls to black. Time to go home to the cell down in hell where I truly belong.
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Unsettling Short Stories
HorrorI try to write random short stories, I love to do it. All these short stories are mine. May contain gore.
