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From the diary of a prisoner

Updated on November 8, 2012

This hub is an experimental attempt with the optimum usage of 'simple present tense' only.

My execution is only two days away. I do not worry about my fate because I deserve this. I brutally murdered a security guard and robbed a diamond necklace from a jewelers. If I had had a better standard of living I would not have done this. When I look back, I remember the tears I cried and the jokes i laughed at and I also remember the day when I first robbed.

The sun rises over the hills and I am sure that this is my last day in life. The jail warden walks towards me and asks me to move into the condemned cell. This is a cell where there is no light or fresh air. I like this change as I prefer solitude now. Time ticks away.

I can hear the heavy footsteps. I guess it is Mr. Jackson. He is the jail superintendent. He says that the doctor has arrived. I am surprised to see the doctor. He is my ex-classmate. We were best friends during the high school days and those were the days of glory. His name is Peter.

I felt ashamed, though I am emotionally numb now. I don't think that he has recognized me. He checks my pulse and heartbeats. Now I stand on a scale and the meter reads 75 kilos. "The filing of the records is over" says the lawyer. Now, he wants to read out the judgement. I do not wish to hear it once more though.

I am now served with a delicious supper for the very last time. Now they want to know about my last wish. I have nothing left in my wishlist, but to pray once. I can see the executioner walking up and down restlessly. He looks like a busy bee with his folded arms and restless attitude. There is a black cloth in his hand. I know that my end is nearing.

My heart now beats at a high rate because I see him check the strength of the rope. Peter looks worried. His eyes are filled with tears. He wants to say something...But...But...

I cant see anything. My face is covered with a dark black cloth. I can feel the tightness of the rope around my neck. I realize that this is my last minute.

"Oh God, here I surrender myself to thy wish. Please forgive me."

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      Dora Weithers 2 years ago from The Caribbean

      What a sorry ending but well-written!

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      Melvin Augustine 5 years ago from India

      Thanks a lot for the feedback sir !! Will surely follow your hubs :)

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      ARUN KANTI CHATTERJEE 5 years ago from KOLKATA

      Well written. I wish to see you carve out a niche for yourself in writing .See my hubs and comment thereon. Thanks.

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      Melvin Augustine 5 years ago from India

      Thanks a lot...no i dont think a sequel is due... :)

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      Globetrekkermel 5 years ago from CALIFORNIA

      Nicely written,Mellyun. Will there be a sequel?