Short Stories
The following is a collection of our latest and most meaningful writing projects.
01
The Guy in the Glass
by: Quinten
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I had a mirror on my wall. Big, bright, clear as you'd expect. I'd look into it every day, and the guy in the glass would shoot back that familiar smile I'd grown accustomed to. I recognized him, knew him well, even, from years of conversations. Or at least that's what I told myself.
02
FEAR
Creative Writing Class #1 : FEAR _______
Fear can be consuming - a darkness you fall deeper into until it becomes what defines you.
Fear is a stone growing infinitely larger within the center of your soul.
by: Quinten
03
Escape
by: Quinten
Sometimes I feel the efforts of being trapped where I am. The signs have become familiar: a growing tightness in my chest; a pallid, blanketing fog creeping into my mind; a nagging, cloying urge to run - not to anything, but away...
"All I See"
04
What I See
by: Quinten
All of us here obviously dream about the day we'll leave this place. I've only been down a little over three years, but a few of my friends have passed into the double digits. Every single moring, without fail, I take a few minutes to look out my window, through the bars, at the forest that surrounds us, and I try my best to feel what it would actually be like to touch one of those trees again.
05
Rocket, man
by: Quinten
My dog Rocket, my baby died on 10/26/23 very suddenly, so this is my tribute to her.
I thought it would be harder, I really did. Just ruminating on the thought that one day my life would be rid of something so big, the truest form of love I'd known since I was a kid.
06
Just Let Me Go
by: Quinten
This piece is my attempt to put into words the power my vice had over me, and the realization that the goal I've had of being able to overcome it is actually attainable.
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Omnipotent. That's the best word I can come up with for the vice that has controlled my life. It is oppressive, controlling, destructive, insatiable, unceasing, but above all, it is omnipotent.
07
God's Teardrop
It was on an immense defensive wall of natural cut stone, which rose quite majestically beneath the canopy of billowy white clouds hanging low against an azure December sky ...
08
Neutrality
by: Quinten
This piece is about how I view the concept of "struggling" while in prison.
I've been in prison now for 883 days. That sounds like an eternity to some but like nothing to many more. I still have family who apologize when they ask me how I'm doing.
09
The Story of Kodi & Little
It's 8 a.m. in the morning in Hollis Queens, and Mrs. Martha is already screaming at the top of her lungz: "Little, get your ass up and make me some damn coffee!"
10
A Glimmer of Hope
You're sitting on a peeling blue bench in a courtyard located between two elementary school buildings. First, second, and third grade artwork (hand-drawn and sloopily colored in pictures of the kids' activities from last summer) decorate the windows. A welcome cool breeze whips through the thick humid air ...
11
Just Bubs Thoughts:
July 18, 2018
Diagnosis? - Terminal!
Bomb dropped,
kill 2 birds with 1 stone,
Devastated,
ground zero looks like Heroshima/Vagasaki
when the towers dropped.
12
One of Bubs Many Stories
All through my youth I seen my folks dope deal,
my dad use to sell 'm, roll 'm, spit seal 'm,
what did I kno, I was just ah kid,
drove in the dope car and lived in a dope crib,
kids had the toys, mom on ah benz,
every dog has his day and pops day came to an end.