Deathrow Stories

"I hang my head low, trying to let my clouds of breath sneak down my shirt, still crusted with blood, old and new, from the repetitive beatings. I don't belong here, i never did." *SHORT STORY*

This Is for everyone who can't understand what one individual goes through.

They are short paragraphs of info I got online I enjoy weird facts like this so here is a book on them please enjoy and I got my facts for sights on google as well a pictures one sight I used was police1.com

Short Story about an innocent man on death row.

It's the early 1900's! And William Hendrickson is a framed inmate on death row. Only Edward Pitsburgh knows the truth. Will he have enough time to prove his friend's innocence? Well, only time will tell.

It's 1949 in California, a man with a empty soul and zero conscience who travels town to town to fulfil his desire to feel "free". The only way to do this was by killing people for no reason, for the rush and being on every wanted list in California. This man is no petty criminal, he was a born killer. This is the story of a man called named Tommy Fallon.

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A man in a strange neighborhood, a strange world, is sentenced to death for a vague crime.

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"I don't want to hear it." The judge glared at Alice, then turned back to Flynn. "You will be executed before dawn for treason and the murder of Chad Axton." The judge slammed his hammer as fast as Alice sunk to her knees in despair, having to watch Flynn dragged away. Imagine a divided world. A thin line, a fence that separated two worlds. Atlice, the city of wealth and fortune. The people who live there are spoiled rotten, they walk the streets with suits and brief cases. Food on the table, a roof of their heads, some don't need to work a day in their lives and enjoy resorts. Beyond the clean display glass, speeches, and posters praising free speech and choice there is a portal. It's where the other world lies. Past a thin fence lies the opposite. Abandoned by Atlice, taken over by gangsters. The south side of Atlice, the grey area. Men and women are thugs, the youth are delinquents. The south side, also known as the rebel side, the devil's side. Though days in Atlice are full of sunbathing and gambling, the streets are clear at night. Delinquents jump the lone and vandalize expensive property. Atlice is two worlds chained together by force, with rebels and barons. When Alice becomes friendly with a group of rebels, she starts war with her dad, playing tug of war with Flynn Weathersby who is later questioned for the murder of Chad Axton.

In the fall of 2015, a strange woman stopped me outside my law firm, claiming a case I was handling had a hidden story. The case was open-and-shut. A first-degree murder conviction, a death sentence. The direct appeals were exhausted, and we were in the final review stage. It was, for all intents and purposes, over. Yet, she appeared now, at the eleventh hour. "Are you a witness?" I asked, walking. Her reply was something I will never forget. "No," she said. "I'm the exhibit." Author's Note: I post a new chapter almost every single day!

(Warning: Book contains not that graphic, very mild gore) A crown of gold, a heart of glass, He watched the shifting seasons pass. With pride as thick as winter frost, He never counted what it cost. One was shy, a quiet flame, Who hid within a royal name. But deep inside, a steel was found, To guard the others, strike the ground. The archer spoke in thorns and lies, With shadows in his clever eyes. A brother watched from library stalls, While madness grew within the walls. The player danced with shifting fate, And turned his love to jagged hate. He could not win, he could not stay, So he took the light and light away. The bow is slack, the target cold, The stories that were never told. A pink ribbon on a marble stone, And a king who sits on a bench of bone.

the story of an inmate on death row which an attorney thinks is innocent

Mount Vesuvius erupts in two weeks' time. Everyone in the red zone has evacuated, except the death row inmates locked up in The Vesuvian Prison. As if a looming eruption isn't bad enough, Kira and Vicenta are being terrorised by a Colombian drug lord who has escaped from his cell in the Supermax section. Death lurks in every corner of The Vesuvian Prison. Will they survive? ©2018 C.G. HOPE

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