The Prison Cell by Tyler W

In the gloomy prison cell, the mould grows down from the rusted tap down to the floor; the bed as solid as a layer of bricks, a pillow like a book. The key got, “lost” the day my arch enemy James started to work at this prison and somehow I have survived in a mouldy room with a solid bed and a damp grimy floor. Only having two meals a day; soggy bread and old water. The only company being two dead flies and a living moth. Life in this prison cell is tough just imagine all the painful sorrow.

The Prison Cell by Isabelle

The cell was cold and dirty; I didn’t like it. I had been put in there for not doing homework which is stupid. I didn’t dare sit anywhere because of the cold and filthy place. The bed was uncomfortable and the floor was too cold to sit on. It didn’t look like I could escape but even if there was a way I still wouldn’t have a plan; Alcatraz is known for its inescapable prison so I guess it was goodbye to sunlight for me. I didn’t like being locked up; I don’t think anyone likes to be locked up.