Statement of intent: This creative writing piece is about a guy who is wrongly convicted to stealing precious jewelry, and is thrown in this isolated dungeon, and the only way he can escape is by searching for the right key among thousands of other keys that are stashed in this dungeon, which would unlock the door and he would be free.
"Oi" someone shouted furiously, I turned around only to find two men charging at me with huge ak47 machine guns. I began to panic intensively, my whole body went into some sort of shock as those men charging at me came closer and closer. I began to in the space of two seconds reflect on my life as I thought this was the end of me and, that, this was my final resting place. However as the men got into a range …show more content…
Still with a lot of panic and anger, I took a greater look at this room or dungeon or whatever it was that I was trapped in and the dismal light from a chandelier that hung over my head was the only source of light that lit up that room. The shadow that was casted from the chandelier danced on the brick walls around me, this caught my attention and with the shadow catching my attention, in the distance I saw what I perceived to be a stash of something shiny. My curiosity urged me to find out what that shiny stash was, with that I managed to calm myself down a fraction, and curiously made my away over to this stash of shiny …show more content…
"This is ridiculous", I yelled to myself in a manic voice as I tossed another key at the brick wall in frustration. That slight crashing sound when the metal key hit the brick wall made me realize that my world is crashing down due to the fact, I was trapped in here, locked up, and couldn't escape. I had responsibilities ,important responsibilities to carry out, I also had values that I personally held, these values meant a lot to me, but I was stuck in here and I didn't know how I was going to get out of here. Dreaming about these responsibilities made me so upset, I couldn't describe it, I cant bear that I might be trapped in here and never able to see my kids ever again. Whenever, I thought about these responsibilities I would curl up in a ball and let out a slow cry, I would then begin to just ball my eyes out. Whenever I balled my eyes out in frustration, the tears flooded the concrete floor around me. For a matter of fact I'm surprised I'm not yet swimming in the tears around me or for the matter drowned in these tears, because of the amount of breakdowns I had while being locked up in
"Oi" someone shouted furiously, I turned around only to find two men charging at me with huge ak47 machine guns. I began to panic intensively, my whole body went into some sort of shock as those men charging at me came closer and closer. I began to in the space of two seconds reflect on my life as I thought this was the end of me and, that, this was my final resting place. However as the men got into a range …show more content…
Still with a lot of panic and anger, I took a greater look at this room or dungeon or whatever it was that I was trapped in and the dismal light from a chandelier that hung over my head was the only source of light that lit up that room. The shadow that was casted from the chandelier danced on the brick walls around me, this caught my attention and with the shadow catching my attention, in the distance I saw what I perceived to be a stash of something shiny. My curiosity urged me to find out what that shiny stash was, with that I managed to calm myself down a fraction, and curiously made my away over to this stash of shiny …show more content…
"This is ridiculous", I yelled to myself in a manic voice as I tossed another key at the brick wall in frustration. That slight crashing sound when the metal key hit the brick wall made me realize that my world is crashing down due to the fact, I was trapped in here, locked up, and couldn't escape. I had responsibilities ,important responsibilities to carry out, I also had values that I personally held, these values meant a lot to me, but I was stuck in here and I didn't know how I was going to get out of here. Dreaming about these responsibilities made me so upset, I couldn't describe it, I cant bear that I might be trapped in here and never able to see my kids ever again. Whenever, I thought about these responsibilities I would curl up in a ball and let out a slow cry, I would then begin to just ball my eyes out. Whenever I balled my eyes out in frustration, the tears flooded the concrete floor around me. For a matter of fact I'm surprised I'm not yet swimming in the tears around me or for the matter drowned in these tears, because of the amount of breakdowns I had while being locked up in