Branson's Story: A Fictional Narrative

I cleaned myself up and then went to bed knowing that I would never be caught. As I watched the news the next morning, the man's face flashed across the screen but they said that there was no evidence leading to the murder of him. I let an evil smile creep over my face. I laughed until I couldn't laugh any more. Weeks passed and they still had no evidence, no suspects, and no witnesses. I was going to get away with it! There was a long period where I heard nothing. One afternoon, There was a loud knock at the door. I opened the door to three or four large policemen. “You're under arrest for the murder of Joseph Tomson. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you.” He continued to speak but I couldn't hear him anymore. He asked me a question, but I didn't understand it. I opened my mouth to say something back, but no sound came out. The ride in the police car was long. I couldn't stop thinking of how they caught me. I had been so careful. I just couldn’t understand it. A few weeks later, I was sentenced in court to life in prison. I never figured out how they knew it was me. They moved me to a maximum-security prison where I was killed by one of my inmate's seven years

I soon fell asleep and woke up to the sound of traffic and people yelling as if someone ate the last piece of pie on Thanksgiving. Being half sleep my eyes weren’t fully dilated so I couldn’t see but with one wipe and a closer look at the sign I see the words, “Lew Sterrett Justice Center”. We had arrived at the local jail of the Dallas County. As we walk to the entrance, I was so scared I grabbed papa hand hard as possible. We came to a huge black door with tinted windows so no one could see through. Papa pushed a big red button to the right of the door that mad a loud horn sound. Then the door slowly opened and revealed a room with a door, metal detector and two officers.

On the fiftieth day I was at the mental institution, my usual routine abruptly was broken. I was listening to my favorite song, Heureux Tous Les Deux by Frank Alamo, three of the health care workers walked into my room with the director of the hospital, Dr. James Roxton. Dr. Roxton, a very serious man, was in a furious manner and screamed at me “In all this time since you’ve been in my care, you have not improved! Not even the slightest! It is time to escalate your therapy.”

The inmate hears the deputy call out his name. A cell door opens and he is asked to step forward where he is shackled at the wrist chains in preparation of being taken to court. The holding cell that the inmates wait in before going to court offer no comfort, are hard and cold. One toilet for all and sometimes an entire agonizing day will go by before your name gets called.

“ down the road from us," said Charlie “ but remember this, there is no one helping you. your on your own. Now have some fun.” Johnny walked out of the mansion and to Norven Rocks house. His house looked like a newly built house. It had fun bushes and a pretty garden. Jonny knocked on the door and a little old man came out. ”who are you! Why you here" said the old guy. “ i'm here for norven rock. I have a…… meeting with him.” said Jonny. “Ok. Just go into the living room. Would you like anything to drink?” asked the old man, walking Johnny into the living room. “ I'll have some water” said Jonny. He sat down in a soft, comfy chair and looked around the living room. The walls were red with a black stripe through it. A bright gold chandelier was hanging from the ceiling. “ Heres your water, child. Norven will be right out.” said the old man. Johnny waited for about ten minutes. After Johnny drunk the rest of his water, Norven came in confused. “Who are you?! Why are…” Johnny got a big trash bag and Noven fell in it. Jonny poked holes in it so Norven could breath. “Time to get out of this place!” said Jonny, running towards the door. “Hey! Were you going! I'm going to arrest……..” the old man sadly hit his head on the wall and passed out. Johnny ran across the street and went to the mafia mansion. “About time! Do you have Norven?” asked Charlie “yeah. right here.” Johnny threw the bag on the ground and Norven fell out. “Good job, son. Your parents are

“Well then,” I growled from beneath clenched teeth. Grabbing the pocket knife from my worn out black jeans, I flipped it open. It clicked into a locked position. My counterpart was almost at the door. It wasn’t the first time I’ve done it. It only takes a firm grip, good arm angle and a nearby target. I swung the knife forward and it hit him in the back close to his left shoulder. He shrieked as his knees buckled and fell forward. To my surprise, he wasn’t the only one who shrieked in pain, I did too. I saw the knife cut through his blue jacket and into his body. I saw the red blood spilling out of his skin, and yet, I didn’t understand why I felt the coldness of the blade breaking my own. Why did I feel the warmth of my blood running down my back? I reached for my back where the knife hit my counterpart. I pulled it back and saw my hand all covered in red. I was bleeding just like he was. I knew it then, that my body was connected to my counterpart’s. He screamed for help and I jolted from a ruckus that came from the corridor. “Kennedy!” A voice called. I swiftly turned on my heel, slid the terrace door open and jumped off the terrace.

“I’m in here for armed robbery,” he answered. Before he could continue, he was distracted by two prison guards. The prison guards were staring at them, laughing like a family at a zoo. Then he heard sirens, but he quickly realized it was a part of his hyperactive brain. I really am crazy, he thought.

John stopped the car “Get the heck out of the car!” John screamed. John gets out the car and opens up the trunk of the car and pulls out a sawn off shotgun. “WHAT YOU GONNA DO!” John you have been a douche all your life now what are you gonna shoot me like the group you were in with before?” They both aim at each other then “Bang the gun goes off. After that split second when all lights turned on John. “Get down on the ground with your hands over your head.” The come over where John is on the ground at and then “Clink” as the handcuffs go around John’s wrist. “Bang” as the judge hit the brown mallet on the desk. “14 years in prison, 14 god dang years in this hellwhole. “Hi pretty boy” as the guy in the next sell over spoke to John. “Uh,Uh.Uh Hello?” John answered back to the guy. “How are you?” the guy in the next sell over asked John. John replied “Well bud I got locked up for murder, I stole a car, and my day has been shitty ever since, oh and for some goddamn reason I am in here for 14 years.” “Well I have been in here ever since I was 13.” the guy replied back. “Clank, Clank, Clank, time for lunch!” one of the prison guards yelled from all the way down the hallway. The sells open “Come on you dirty rats get it move in.” the

Bright, bold, and simple, a trilogy of pleasure would continue for the rest of the summer and into the first crisp as an apple morning of autumn. But the happiness was brought abruptly to an end, at least for Mr. Ping-Pong, the lathering-at-the-mouth man in my yard, and the rest of his pack of freaks. For them hard times came like a striped paper suit and a ball and chain in the Sing-Sing Correctional Facility where they now spend most of their time basket weaving. The other day I received one of the baskets and a handwritten letter on unlined prison stationary. It read:

I sat up and looked around for a moment. Then I heard a door open and footsteps coming down a flight of steps in the right-hand corner of the room. A man came down, the mid-30s, and said: “So you're awake I see.” I said “Yes. Where am…” I stopped mid-sentence and realized something. That man wasn't just any person. He was my uncle. His name was Will and our families never really kept in touch because they lived in Grand Rapids, which is quite a long way from us, so I didn't know much about him. I said “Will?” and he said, “That's me.” With a heartless laugh and a smile that exposed his yellow, rotting teeth. “Where am I,” I said. “That doesn't matter”. He said. I began to realize this wasn't a joke and became very very scared. “Where's my family.” “I yelled “Their... They are gone. Shortly after I put you in the trunk, I ran in and... Started shooting. As far as I know, they're all dead, and you're next.”

“Mr. John Philip Johnson aroused with a sour grimace; it was noon. Tossing and turning all night getting sleep to no avail, Mr. Johnson could petrify the entire city with only a miniscule shred of his raw, unrelenting rage. A nightmare identical night after night had kept him up, and it barely allowed him to afford rest. Dressed, he went down to the corner to buy a newspaper and some gum, and there was a clumsy customer in front of Mr. Johnson.The agonizing pain of humiliation enveloped Mr. Johnson, which resulted in him taking action and shoving the man to no longer forgo the pain. Knocking over the newspaper stand, the buffoon unwittingly allowed him to steal gum and a news article without notice.

As I woke up on the cold concrete floor of my cell, I could feel my eyes still heavy after what felt like 15 hours of sleep. The needle dripping with the last few drops of heroine had rolled under my bed. My bunkmate was nowhere in sight. “Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen.”, I heard faintly from outside my cell. “Twenty-one.” It took me about five more minutes of laying there until a realized what was going on. I hurried outside to join the others, while still trying to be discreet. “Well look who decided to join us. Where were you Anderson, knitting us all sweaters? Or baking cookies in your mansion’s glorious kitchen?” “No, C.O. Wright”, I said. “I overslept and lost track of t…” I couldn’t finish my sentence before feeling the hard blow of his boot hitting my

It was September 20th, 1999, Mr. Body was having a birthday party for himself, at his home called Tudor Mansion, earlier that night there were two murders and a miss murder. Luckily, there was an eyewitness which was the maid. Her name was Mrs. White, Mrs. White had just came from the scene of the crime all the way to the police station to explain what had happened. “Okay, ma’am, do you mind going over it and telling me one more time what happened?” the policeman asked. “Yes, sir.” she sniffled, “Can you just excuse me for a second?” She walked over to where the tissues were, after crying about her close friend she had a stuffy nose. She gently grasped the soft, velvety tissue in her hand, pushing it up against her bloody red nose, she

A 17 year old boy named Billy Weaver has experienced an attempt of murder and found two men, that were there three years earlier, found stuffed. The investigators asked Mr.Weaver some questions about what his experience about the bed and breakfast and he said “ I was pulled into it and It said bed and breakfast and was so cheap i just had to stay and as soon as I walked in I smelt Bitter almonds I didn’t know what it was. Later on we started talking about the men that stayed here and she said they were

Dr. Livesey had looked the same as ever. “What’s bringin’ y’all to these parts?” asked Dr. Livesey. Me and Dogger looked at each other almost asking with our eyes to see which one was going to answer the Doctor. Then Dogger replied, “Well, mainly to catch up with an old friend, and to relieve you from a past patient.” The doctor looked confused for a moment then asked, “What do you mean, which patient?” Dogger looked at me signaling me to answer Dr. Livesey. “There was an incident at the Admiral Benbow, and it seems that the Captain has passed from a stroke.” I answered. Dr. Livesey looked saddened from this information. “Oh well I’m terribly sorry for your loss son.” He said in a weak tone of voice.” It was silent for a while before Dr. Livesey spoke up, “Well y’all are welcome to stay the night here, there’s an extra room at the end of this hall here.” Dogger and I gladly excepted and walked down the hall to the room we were appointed. We sunk into the two narrow mattresses, and while Dogger had fallen asleep instantly, I was occupied by examining my flimsy old packet, and what I saw I was amazed