Ethro Brealis Posted June 6, 2009 Share Posted June 6, 2009 Hello, all. Before I say anything else, let me get this disclaimer out of the way: This story is rated R for intense, disturbing themes and some language. I wrote this as a school assignment; for this online college course I had to create an emotional word picture (and it had to be very short) based on some strong emotional situation I had experienced in my life. I chose one that was based on rage and helplessness, and this... this thing came out of it. Interestingly enough, the title reflects the emotions. For lack of a better title, this story is simply called "Helpless Rage." Thanks to Obi-here for previewing and critiquing it. Further critiques are welcomed. North wing, Block C, Cell 25. Day Thirty-Four. Jack continued pacing around the perimeter of his cell, counting his steps. Six steps, turn, eight steps, turn, six steps, turn, eight steps, turn. After all, what else was there to do? Rehearse a defense? He hadn't been formally charged yet. Not that it mattered. You didn't need to be formally charged. Not anymore. If there was any suspicion of your loyalty to the party, you were thrown in jail for interrogation. His father had often spoken of the old days of ”œdue process” "According to this website, you should never trust the source of an online quote." --Abraham Lincoln Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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