scarreddesigns

Human beings had grown significantly as a species. We were no longer the mewling children trying to grapple onto their mothers hands in order to get through the days. We learned how to exist and how to function without many things. Things that I'm sure the generations before us couldn't imagine going an hour without, much less a lifetime. We have lost the use of fossil fuels, our vehicles run on various other chemicals, all depending on which planet you were from. In our case, it was Karapyte, an orangish stone used much in the way that coal was on Earth. On others, it depended. Water is even a scarcity, unless it is brought in from a far off

------- Prison Tales Part 3: Meeting Jack This hadn't gone exactly the way I had planned. But to say I had planned on going to a maximum security prison would have been way out too. What I can say, all of this went to hell in a hand basket at the trial. And the fact that there was a trial still bothers me. I was the bullied, beaten down and terrorized kid who was tired of being treated like shit by teachers and a handful of other students. I took a Bowie knife to school and stabbed the offenders who made every day a living hell and there were people who said it was my fault? I was looking for attention, apparently. I idolized murderers and

Prison Tales Part 1: Jack Burrows Jack was a product of the nature versus nurture debate at its finest. The child born of the rape and a hellish fucking family in the backwoods, Jack was born Johnathan Burrows in 1964 in a little hell hole of Kentucky. Nine months after the attack little Johnny was born and in the process, his mother met a sticky end and his father was saddled with the product of his explicit behavior. Grandparents were just as questionable as the rest of the family, the Burrows are a fucked up group of individuals who tended to take pride in their maladies in life. Johnny was no different; he was treated like shit and yet t