Avary Fawcett
Twisted
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(The Creative Writing for Children Society (CWC) Vancouver, BC, Canada Oct. 28, 2018)
The sun creeps menacingly into my cell. Through the grimy iron bars on my window, the day I’ve been dreading for years has come upon me. Two years waiting for my execution. Two years sitting in this cell, listening to others die. Why am I here? Simple. I’m Twisted, and that’s enough.