Entry #3
Andrew Benson
Journal Entry #3
Sunlight filtered through the small open window of cell 47. it was the only ray of light in the room. It slowly faded as it reached the far wall, finally dissipating in the coldness of the stone. The entire room was made of it, cold hard stone. In the corner huddled a rickety bed, harsh straw mattress lying comatose on a skeletal wooden frame. The air was rigid, suffocated by the deathly silence. Opposite the bed was a man, curled in the fetal position against the icy wall. He was ready, ready for death to save him. To free him from the shell that his body had become. No hope.
The door opened. Two men entered the room, shattering the silence like a broken mirror. They were guards, pawns of the king, they had been ordered, and were ready to take him to his final destination. The man knew this, he did not move from the floor. No hope.
“Its time, the gallows are ready for you”
no response. The guards picked the man up painfully, lifting him like a broken animal. He did not move. They dragged him out into the hallway, the man hung lifeless between them. No hope
Journal Entry #3
Sunlight filtered through the small open window of cell 47. it was the only ray of light in the room. It slowly faded as it reached the far wall, finally dissipating in the coldness of the stone. The entire room was made of it, cold hard stone. In the corner huddled a rickety bed, harsh straw mattress lying comatose on a skeletal wooden frame. The air was rigid, suffocated by the deathly silence. Opposite the bed was a man, curled in the fetal position against the icy wall. He was ready, ready for death to save him. To free him from the shell that his body had become. No hope.
The door opened. Two men entered the room, shattering the silence like a broken mirror. They were guards, pawns of the king, they had been ordered, and were ready to take him to his final destination. The man knew this, he did not move from the floor. No hope.
“Its time, the gallows are ready for you”
no response. The guards picked the man up painfully, lifting him like a broken animal. He did not move. They dragged him out into the hallway, the man hung lifeless between them. No hope