Descriptive Writing: Brodie Dashwood
Descriptive Writing- Brodie Dashwood
Rocking from side to side, I ran away from every problem I had in my life that was suffocating me. Now part of this included when I had to risk my life in need for that freedom I had been craving.
My journey began 20 years ago, 5 whole years before I was locked down in the world’s highest security prison. I was ordered to the place that I considered hell on earth contained by a wall the height of a sky scraper drenched in high voltage barbed wire. Still to this day I have no idea where I am placed in this corrupted world. Snatched from my last hiding place in Pennsylvania, dragged into a steel van, knocked out and there I was laying on a mattress that felt like it was made out of stone. Every wall, every ceiling looked as if a thousand crime scenes have taken place upon each surface. Every single second of every single day for the past 15 years I had been waiting.
Waiting for that one moment when I was ready to run, run and not stop until I had reached serenity. I had been dreaming, searching, and planning that moment from the minute this nightmare began. My journey has now begun; I have started my search for serenity. The serenity of a mental middle aged woman.
So let me take you back to my hometown, well my playground. My name is Anne-Marie; I have killed 10 repulsive men and 5 infuriating kids. Each one was a devil sent from God and placed in my presence for me to get rid of them. So I did. I killed, ran and hid; this was the cycle of my life until 15 years ago. Now all this fury lives inside of a 40 year old woman, with wrinkles on her face and faded freckles on her arms.
But this is my past and now I’m back to where I started, crawling. Except this time I’m crawling down a sewer pipe infested with the filth of humanity. In the distance I begin to see the ocean, as you know the prison they landed me in, of course was surrounded with water. The only way in and out was by boat. They had helicopters surrounding the prison,
Rocking from side to side, I ran away from every problem I had in my life that was suffocating me. Now part of this included when I had to risk my life in need for that freedom I had been craving.
My journey began 20 years ago, 5 whole years before I was locked down in the world’s highest security prison. I was ordered to the place that I considered hell on earth contained by a wall the height of a sky scraper drenched in high voltage barbed wire. Still to this day I have no idea where I am placed in this corrupted world. Snatched from my last hiding place in Pennsylvania, dragged into a steel van, knocked out and there I was laying on a mattress that felt like it was made out of stone. Every wall, every ceiling looked as if a thousand crime scenes have taken place upon each surface. Every single second of every single day for the past 15 years I had been waiting.
Waiting for that one moment when I was ready to run, run and not stop until I had reached serenity. I had been dreaming, searching, and planning that moment from the minute this nightmare began. My journey has now begun; I have started my search for serenity. The serenity of a mental middle aged woman.
So let me take you back to my hometown, well my playground. My name is Anne-Marie; I have killed 10 repulsive men and 5 infuriating kids. Each one was a devil sent from God and placed in my presence for me to get rid of them. So I did. I killed, ran and hid; this was the cycle of my life until 15 years ago. Now all this fury lives inside of a 40 year old woman, with wrinkles on her face and faded freckles on her arms.
But this is my past and now I’m back to where I started, crawling. Except this time I’m crawling down a sewer pipe infested with the filth of humanity. In the distance I begin to see the ocean, as you know the prison they landed me in, of course was surrounded with water. The only way in and out was by boat. They had helicopters surrounding the prison,