Creative Writing Story: An eagle in the sun
25th December 2006. 2.56pm. Wandsworth Prison, G Block. A bucket sits underneath the sink, a metal desk is soldered onto the floor, a bed is fixed to the wall – all human needs are accounted for. A dusty Bible is slightly visible under the bed. On the desk are some pencils, a tabloid newspaper, a transistor radio that does not work, some blank pieces of paper and a small crucifix. All the objects are smothered in dust. A young man, about twenty-seven years old, sits on a metal chair (which is attached to the floor), leaning on the desk with his elbows. His blue eyes are haunted by dejection. A primitive window permits some solitary rays of light, a radiance that harshly clashes with the sinister gloominess of the chamber. The dark, nauseating cell resounds with silence. “I used to love Christmas Day. I wonder what my parents are doing right now…I just hope they are happy and not too ashamed of me. They deserved better, but I’ll try not to think about that. Thoughts like that are dangerous; they send people mad. I’ve survived so far by being indifferent to
He looks round his vile compartment and wryly manages a pained smile. He stares grimly at the crucifix on his desk, yet looks defiant. He clasps the belt tightly around his neck and a solitary tear seeps down his face. He steps onto the metal chair. “I didn’t mean to kill him anyway…I never meant to kill anyone. He just wouldn’t shut up – shouting, screaming, and telling me to get out. I just wanted to tell him that I needed the money…I didn’t want to hurt anyone, but I needed the money, but he wouldn’t listen…and I panicked.” He fastens the belt tightly to a beam hanging on the ceiling. The sun outside gradually descends and millions of people celebrate the birth of Jesus, the Son of God, with laughter and delight. everything…nothing really seems real anymore anyway. I read in the paper yesterday that the world is on the brink of war. I tried to be sad, to think of all the innocent civilians who are going to die…but I couldn’t, because nothing is real anymore.”
Some topics in this essay:
Christmas Day,
Prison Block,
Son God,
Eagle Sun,
regulation prison,
metal chair,
prison belt,
belt tightly,
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Approximate Word count = 749
Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)
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