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A Taste of Prison (Descriptive Writing)

The truck came to a halt. Pang heard the keys clinking. Finally, he experienced the glorious warmth of the sun after a fourteen-hour journey. But, in the distance, he heard people yelling and cussing. Pang knew that the inmates were curious about the 'freshman'.

For Pang, he has been waiting for this treacherous moment since the judge sentenced him to 30 years at Admiralty West Prison. Pang reluctantly rose to his feet and dragged his shackled feet and handcuffed hands out of the truck. He was sweating immensely that his orange uniform was drenched. The guard led him to his cell and Pang lay on his thin, filthy flat piece of cardboard mattress. He  lay awake all night long expecting the worst.




As Pang queued on the long line for his pathetic breakfast of two burned toasts, two overly-fried eggs and a cup of diluted coffee. He could hear some group of inmates teasing him. He spotted an empty seat and sat quietly to eat.

“Hey, newbie! What brings you to my kingdom?” Gurreiro teased  and spilled his cup of diluted coffee over Pang's shirt. “Oops sorry, looks like your breakfast is over!” he said sarcastically  and grinned as he strolled away from his table. A crowd of prisoners  jeered at Pang as he stood up. Pang thought about it; to make an impact on his prison status or be a target for the rest of his term in jail.

“Hey listen up, GURREIRO” Pang yelled at the top of his voice. His voice echoed through the room. For a second, nothing happened. Suddenly, Gurreiro sprung around and ran full throttle towards Pang. Pang dodged as Gurreiro crashed into the table.

There was no sound except for Gurreiro’s head smashing against the table. Pang knew there was more to come as Gurreiro was a tough cookie who never loses. Gurreiro picked himself up and grabbed Pang by the neck and strangled him; Pang glared at Gurreiro and Pang felt a power he never felt before. The might, strength and will was instilled into him as he was being choked. Pang grinned and clenched his teeth. Gurreiro saw the fire in Pangs eyes; the power of a million men. Gurreiro slowly backed away as Pang approached. Pang grabbed Gurreiro by the neck, smiled at Gurreiro and muttered to himself, “Good bye, Mr. Bully.”

Pang knew that if he were to twist his neck, his sentence would be extended to another good 10 years, so he thought again about all the prisoners who lived miserably. Pang knew what was the right thing to do.

He twisted his neck.

Gurreiro dropped.

Everybody looked in awe, even the warden was shocked. A few minutes later, the guards rushed into the canteen and dragged Pang away. Pang knew justice had been served for the inmates of the jail. 

It has been 40 years since Pang killed Gurreiro and at the age of 70, he was released.

Pang never regretted what he had done to him, not even a bit.

After Gurreiro’s passing, the prison became quiet and peaceful, no more fights, just peace.

Now, Pang works at a meditation centre. He teaches yoga. Pang is now a peaceful person - a new man whose problems have been dissolved, by meditating and doing yoga. Soon, many started knowing him as ‘Pang the yoga instructor ex convict.’ 

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