Deathrow Stories

The People We Were is a story about who they were together: two souls whose heartlines crossed just long enough to change everything. Their love was a storm and a sanctuary all at once: bold, bright, and too beautiful to ever fade. So life cut it short instead. They didn't break. They didn't walk away. They simply left the world together... and what remains is the memory of who they were, living on in the spaces they once filled, a tale of longing, of the selves they grew into and the ones they left behind, of a love that never truly ended. made by sugaluvsctrl!! 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑, '𝟐𝟓

where all a man needs in his life of sin is a girl, who's down to ride to the very end. and all she wants is a sinful ending. // tupac shakur

yeah I'm obsessed shut up. here some of my favourite poems and quotes of tupac which really inspired me and i hope it so does to you.

A girl has pushed to her limits, finds her freedom in jail cell.

A man on death row finally gets his innocence just minutes away from dying.

Wes has just been sent to prison for the rest of his life. Does he try to make a new life while it lasts? Is it worth it? One thing he knows for sure is that he has lots of time to think. Maybe too much. Once in the slammer, he begins to change. Maybe for the better, maybe for the worse.

Sean has gotten into a lot of shit. Even literal shit. Eventually all this trouble leads to one truly tragic event. But does he really deserve his fate?

Part of the #CarnivalRow Short Story Challenge. A diary entry of someone struggling with what might be coming for them. #87 in #diary (out of 46k), #5 in #diaryentries (out of 1.3k), #14 in #fantasycreatures (out of 2.7k)

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.

"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*

Duane Prison, 30 miles out of Santa Barbara. A special prison for special inmates who had no ideas when is their last day to face the ropes of death. After 5 years of hiding Pedro Isidro was arrested and sent to Duane prison to face his death row, his life changed. as he interact through the inmates. He understands the true meaning of life by their stories.

What justice is it that one murderer is allowed to 'live' and another is condemned to 'die' for the same crime by the same law that strives to be just at all costs? There can never be 'justness in justice' crippled by 'subjectivity of objectivity' and only the abolition of capital punishment would bring in 'objectivity to subjectivity' in administering the criminal justice.

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.

Tick tock goes the clock Showing signs that my end is near Tick tock

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

Doctor Thomas Monroe is used to hearing the worst memories of his prison patients, but nothing could prepare him for what he was about to hear from the serial killer known as The Castrating Granny.

June Porters, 24 years old, finds herself in some sort of dream, where she lives in the year 1994. Nothing but confused, she wonders how she gets here and how to get out, but those feelings are suddenly gone when she meets a man that she's looked up to for years, a man that she could relate to, a man that is a legend, a man who's supposedly dead. If only June knew she had been comatose and in a hospital, if she only knew this place she thought had been heaven would soon be gone, if only she knew this had only been a dream, that she'd soon be woken from. Copyright © 2016 All Rights Reserved by @fenty-shakur