Experiment #3

I never got around to posting this when I made it, but alas, here it is! I have always been very interested in prison movies and shows so in the beginning of the semester I thought it would be cool to write my own prison story. Fairly quickly, I found it to be extremely challenging to make it sound like it was a realistic encounter rather than from the imagination of a young girl in her twenties, such as myself. I wanted to base the story from the Father's perspective, who was incarcerated. I tried writing about his daily life before he got incarcerated (him looking back at his family) and his current daily life struggles. He ends up spending most of his free time in the third floor library, reading as many books as he can to escape his turmoil. Here is where I started with it:

The sunlight shines through the blinds awaking me to the smell of eggs and bacon in the air. It is Sunday morning, my favorite day of the week. It is the day of the week I get to sleep in,and  I get to spend the day relaxing with my family. My wife Emily loves to cook breakfast and I love her cooking. I walk to the kitchen and squeeze her from behind while she's flipping the bacon on the skillet. Her infectious laugh rings through my ears. Kelsie and Olivia are watching cartoons in the living room, both of them cuddled under a blanket on the couch. I kiss both of the tops of their head. Olivia is young enough where I am still her hero and she gets excited that I am awake. Kelsie is getting older and is realizing that I'm not all that cool.

I awake to find myself looking at the metal grid of the bunk above me. My stomach aches knowing that was only just a dream, a dream of the past, a dream of what I could have right now. Sometimes my dreams are blessings. They are the only thing that gets me through this misery. On days like today though, they make my days in here immensely more difficult.
Right now I am in cell block W. I am inmate C-8765.  I've been here for 10 months, and before that I was down at Wasco for 6 months. I do not even know what day it is. Everyday is the same in here, you kind of lose track. The only day that is exciting is Wednesday because you get mail and commissary.....

My story has stayed in my drafts since February so I don't really know where it goes from there, or if it will ever go anywhere, but here is the map I had made for it. Experiment #3:






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