So I found this prompt in Pinterest and I wil be doing a word vomit for 20 minutes and writing a story based on just this prompt. I will try my best to do this at least one week a day or three times a week. I’ll do my best, let’s do this!!!
Update: ended up doing a 35 min word vomit because i got into it 🙂
It was a dark, cloudy night. The prison was quiet, the outdoor areas assigned to the inmates were wet from the rain earlier. Our van was silent as we approached the gate, no guards are in this prison and for that reason alone we were here. Darell got down from the van to open the gate and we went through. Darell comes back into the van covered in mud.
“Way to go Guys!” His frustrated voice pierced through the van like a knife cutting through a piece of glass. I stared at him in disbelief. He could of moved and he knows it. He was the kind of a person who needed the attention all the time. I turned away from him wondering if that was the reason why he became a security guard. We got down from the van and entered the jail. Besides Darell and I, there was Dave my cameraman and Charlene his assistant photographer. As for I, my name is Delia and I am a journalist to The Moon Chronicle. I’ve heard from other journalists that everyone wanted to do a piece on the Projects prison, but no one had enough courage to even venture inside thanks to all the stories people told about the place.
“I didn’t believe them you know. Who even wants to stay in jail? Especially this nasty place.” I said as we walked through the empty cells.
“No guards, no security cameras, no authority. The most peaceful jail these states have ever heard of and the prisoners are too scared to leave. You think they’re scared from those stories?” Charlene asked once we got to the common room where all the prisoners were. They looked up to us, their navy blue uniforms camafloaging with the walls. No one moved and we had a stared down that felt like enternity.
I cleared my throat and in a cheery voice I said, “Hello everyone I’m Delia, from The Moon Chronicle, and we’re here to ask you some questions!” I smiled to try to make it look like I was genuine about it. No one stirred. They were not moving at all, it made me uneasy as like if they’ve been frozen to their spots and knew they shouldn’t move.
“We know who you are.” Someone’s baritone voice said, And just like that everyone just starting running towards all the directions, running, scrambling to find a safe place. I stood frozen eyes wide, Darell and Charlene looked at me and then to Dave as if expecting orders.
“It’s time.” Dave turned to me and said,”You’re ready Delia. You have been studying for this your entire life, just make sure no one escapes. It’s all part of the game, and they know they’ll suffer more if they try to escape.” He turned around and flew after a man with sandy coloured hair and took him down. I turned around and Darell and Charlene had done the same, they were feeding on the prisoners.
We made the deal before any of these prisoners were even born, and before that its been going on in other jails too. But when the regular people found out that we existed, they killed most of our race. The government has always feared us and made this compromise that we were only allowed to feed in jails, in where we can get rid of their “unwanted” and not turned against them. Crime rate has gone down a lot in this area, although the regular people have killed most of my kind and not many jails with this compromise exist anymore. Every night there was always a group of the clan that would come and feed on them. They don’t die of course, we just drink their blood.