The Great Escape

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It was the 14th October, 1999, when it hit me I woke up early about 4:30am, it was a cold winter’s morning. All I could hear was the television, the news channel were saying, “Today’s killer news is a female has been arrested in Australia, in the area of Melbourne for the murder of Francesca Taylor. Her body was recovered nearby South Yarra yesterday around 11:00pm late at night”. All I could get the drift of was the aspect of my face on every newspaper cover. All I could smell was that cheap, tacky cologne the police inspector was wearing. All I could articulate was to yell out for help and all i could feel was impassiveness through my body from the door opening and closing again and again and again. Then I realised I need to escape!

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I needed to think quick and fast. then I had it there were little pieces of coal on my shoes and I rubbed the coal together and started a fire I threw it out of the cell so it looked like it wasn’t me and we were all called outside to line up and I was let out of my cell and I ran as fast as a cheetah I climbed the big gate like a monkey and got out in the end. When I just glimpsed all I could gazed upon was the prison guards sprinting after me, I ...

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