CReative Writing (Novel Sample)

“Tell us what you remember.” Prof. Griffith says, placing his hands in his pockets.

My desire is to be rebellious, to disregard what he’s demanding at all costs, however it wouldn’t get me the answer any quicker than just responding and I had nothing to lose.

“I remember the boat, the forest, the barn, the man,” I pause when it came to the people in unusual costumes, unable to decide whether it was real or not. “…then there was pain which I now know is from receiving a frighteningly hard blow from something…heavy. And afterwards it went dark.”

I wait half-heartedly hoping it to be a dream. The pair look between each other again and give me a once-over along with approving, pleased smiles.

The professor is the one who answers, “You are in Dr. Torah’s medical wing inside what we refer to as “The Stockade.” ‘Stockade,’ I confirm; a fancy word for prison.