Stories

Today in class we were given the sentence, Ross a _____ year old male woke and looked around him.

We then had to fill in the blank and carry on the story. We then passed our openings around the class until ending the story and giving it back to the person who started it.

This is the finished product of my story.

Ross a 28 year old male woke and looked around him, he was alone in a padded cell, dressed in a straight jacket and orange jumpsuit, and there was nothing but a bed, bolted to the ground, in his cell. Ross' hair was short, buzz cut and he had a ginger goatee. He had dark rings under his eyes and looked ill, his skin was turning a yellowy colour.

He took a coin out of his orange jumpsuit and twiddled it in his hands, trying to recall how he got to be behind bars.

There was a small window high in the wall above the bed, the only source of light, with bars around it. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of something black. He looked and saw a crow perched on the sill. He stared into its eye on the other side of the window and wondered why it was allowed to be free, unlike him. "A bird should be captured and locked away, not me" he thought as he stepped down and brought his attention back to the coin.

Just as he had the chance to draw his attention back to the coin, a long ear-piercing screech sounded across the empty, cell. "Ross," grunted to prison warden, "time for your call to home. Get out." Ross stood down from upon the bed, kissed the coin and dragged himself across the cell, concentrating hard not to fall over; his left leg was badly broken but he had not been permitted the right to go to the hospital. He entered another room in which there was a table, a chair and a telephone with 4 prison guards, it was seemed he was not even trusted to make a phone call without being under heavy security. He sat down, picked up the telephone and called. It rang once, there was a soft click and his mother's soft heavenly tone answered. "Darling? Is that you? Ross?"

"Mum? How did you get hold of me?"

"I pulled a few strings, but now listen, I think I can get you out of there! There's a kid been murdered on our street"

"How is that going to help me?" He said sarcastically.

"Because I know who did it! I can testify as a witness"

"What did you see?"

"Nothing but I can pretend I did. They have no evidence to suggest I wasn't at home"

"I still can't see how that is going to get me out of jail."

"Because if you use your brain you'll see how we can turn this whole thing around, I can say it was James! That the real murderer of your son is still alive and killing. I know you can make this work!"

There was silence down the phone.

"Ross?"

"I have to go now Mum, don't say anything for now. I've got a plan...."

This isn't what I thought my story would turn out like, one change made was that he was in a prison, I thought he'd be in a mental hospital, hence the straight jacket.