#incarceration

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  • nuances_in_life 23w

    I think I'm a vampire
    because when I miss you it's so intense
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    When two souls are united how long can they stay away?
    ©nuances_in_life

  • nuances_in_life 23w

    I don't know any ethics about singing.
    All I know is : I can sit and hear
    you singing the whole day.
    ©nuances_in_life

  • mrspectacular 31w

    STING OPERATION (2)

    Getting to the interrogation room,a spacious and well ventilated room, he is asked to sit and wait for the next available agent to interrogate him. The agents seem rather reluctant in interrogating him. They stand in the next room watching him through the one-way glass, monitoring him as it waiting for him to freak out but he sits calmly.
    Two of the agents finally step up to the occasion. Gerald and Williams step up to the occasion. If they had not taken the step, the team would probably stand there all day and achieve nothing but embarrass the CIA and the entire government as well.
    Gerald goes first,
    'So Mr. Drite right?'
    'Yes sir', Collins responds
    'Any relation to Theresa Drite?' Williams asks with a stern smile.
    'Yes sir', he begins with a smile that carries a little pompousness with it. 'She is my wife'
    'Ok...So I believe she has briefed you on how it would go down...Yes'
    'I am not quite sure I am following anymore'

    The CIA officials look him in the face and let him understand that he would be required to follow them over to the Ministry of Finance for identification of the man and the evidence too. He can suddenly feel goosebumps growing on his body in fear of what may be the aftermath of Franz getting to know he is the Judas that ratted him out to the authorities.
    'It will be fine sir. You would just need to follow us so you can identify the person and also retrieve the document in question'
    'Alright. If that is all. It should be easy'
    'Oh definitely it would be easy', Gerald says shrouding the information that he will be required to work there for a week to enable them garner enough information to grab Franz much easier.
    They drive him off to the office after kidnapping one of the permanent secretaries in the ministry and recommending him for the position. The Minister accepts the nomination and fixes him in immediately. 'Your resumé seems so rich. I wonder where you have been all this while', the minister remarks while receiving him into the ministry as Permanent Secretary.
    Collins Drite settles into his new office and begins to dig up on the shady deals by Stephen Franz and cohorts. 'I need to get this man nailed as soon as possible. I do not like nonsense especially of this kind'. It would take him three full months to garner as much evidence as to put Franz behind bars. As expected, Franz is already on the run, having noticed Collins had seen the transaction on that day. Franz had taken to his heels to Portugal after he had realized Collins was on to him. The CIA who are really eager to grab him and his cohorts attempt to repatriate but fail as their request gets turned down by the embassy.
    'That is crazy', the CIA Head says when he is told of the development that they will have to wait for him to return from Portugal himself.
    A month after, the CIA closes the case temporarily pending Franz's return to the country. 'We will revisit it soon'

    As the days rolled into weeks and weeks into months, Franz begins to believe that the whole incident is probably now forgotten. The newspapers, blogs and other news outlets go silent on the matter. Franz feeling really positive that the issue has died down makes plans to return to the country. He packs his belongings up and heads for the airport but unknown to him, the CIA agents await his arrival at the country's airport. Boarding the plane alongside four hundred and forty nine other passengers, he is flown into the country.
    'Thank you very much. We will take it from here', a CIA agents slaps cuffs over Franz's hands as soon as he is cleared by airport security before reading him the Miranda rights. As they walk through the airport towards the parked CIA SUV, he keeps screaming 'What is my offence?' to the bewilderment of the other airport users but the CIA officers pay no attention to him, do not speak to him but continue to lead him away.
    'Thank you so much for helping us catch that criminal and his illegal buddies', Theresa says to Collins in bed later that night
    'Come on', Clinton says softly. 'It was more of your efforts than mine that he is currently behind bars'
    'So would you like to continue at the Ministry Of Finance or would you prefer your old job back?'
    'Well. I am beginning to like this new job so....'
    'Alright then. You can keep it', Theresa says with a smile and pausing for about thirty seconds, she whispers 'I love you darling'
    'I love you more'
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    ©mrspectacular

  • mrspectacular 31w

    STING OPERATION(1)

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    Collins Drite strolls into the Ministry Of Finance to see his friend, Stephen Franz on a rather casual visit. They have been friends for years and share virtually everything except Franz's involvement with a major black deal worth over six billion dollars.
    He stumbles upon a file while sitting in wait for Franz in his office as they had earlier planned to have a meeting in his office on some official matters. Sitting quietly, studying the file, he notices some irregularities in the numbers in the file. Franz walks in suddenly, laughing heartily at a joke a colleague of his just told him. Dropping the file hastily, Drite screams,
    'Finally you are here'
    'Yes...I am. Is everything okay?', he asks rather suspiciously. 'You seem tensed'.
    'Of course everything is fine... Everything is fine', Drite says quickly. 'You just startled me. That's all'.
    'Hmm...How did this get out?', he rhetorically questions, scrutinizing it for any tamperings. The atmosphere suddenly becomes rather awkward for Drite as he suddenly becomes very uncomfortable in the chair he sits in. He takes a look at his watch as if he is late for an event. He would usually pulled that stunt whenever he wanted to get out of an unfavorable situation but no one ever sees through it as indeed he is a hard-working man.
    'I have to take my leave now. I have a lot to do today in my office. We are very busy this week. I just thought I should drop in and say hello before getting to my office.' Drite says trying to discharge himself.
    'Alright,' Franz replies. He stretches out his hand and gives Drite a handshake, a bright smile that suggests 'Thank you for visiting, friend. I really appreciate it' stretches from cheek to cheek.
    Drite fakes a smile. 'It's a pleasure and I am quite sorry I could not stay so long. It's just I have a whole lot to do today in my office'. Franz offers to see Drite out but Drite turns him down causing Franz to return to his chair behind his desk while Drite finds his way out of the office still very tensed and shocked that Franz could be involved in such an impure deal. He wishes he could do more than just sit around and watch Franz and his cohorts milk the ministry and indeed the entire government of billions of dollars.
    Later at night, he returns from work, quickly has his shower, has his dinner with his family of six before climbing into bed for some rest. Despite trying so hard to catch some sleep, the thought of his bosom friend's involvement in the mega-fraud deal would not let him have the peace of mind that is required for sleep to take place.
    'Do you know it is very wrong to see something like this and keep quiet about it. Posterity would judge you for it and you know it always comes down heavy in this case......Young man, you do not know the full story so keep out of it; you have no business there', he banters with himself inside tossing and turning on the bed like a fish outside water. 'Something must be done and fast.' He turns again and shuts his eyes to force himself on sleep.
    The next morning, he wakes up looking very disgruntled as though he has just fought with someone right there in his bed. Taking a look in the bathroom mirror,
    'You are the one to shut this down. They cannot continue to make a mockery of hardwork...'
    He is still talking to himself when his wife, Theresa Drite walks into the bathroom. 'Is everything okay, Love?'
    Theresa works with an Intelligence Agency. There is something about Drite's disposition since the previous night that seems off.
    'Yes honey. I'm fine. It's just that....', he reneges on ratting his friend out. 'Never mind'
    Theresa has a way of working the information out of Collins. It was part of the reason he had married her in the first place, that ability to see through a person's deception and detect a hidden truth. 'Come on, you know you can talk to me', Theresa pauses and stares straight into Drite's eyes as if the information she searches for is hidden somewhere in there.
    'Alright, Alright', he breaks into a smile. 'You caught me. It is my friend'
    'Collins...You know you have a lot of friends, right? Some of which I do not even know', she says with a playful smile and a kiss to his forehead. 'So you may have to be pretty more specific than this.'
    'Well, I guess after this episode, I may be one short'
    'What do you mean?' She asks really concerned. 'Is any of them ill or dying?'
    'None of that, dear.' He wishes he did not have to tell on Stephen Franz but with the circumstances, his hands appear tied. 'It's Franz'
    'Okay.... Franz I know but I am not sure why you are so worried about a man as successful as he is. I mean he seems to be doing pretty well for himself the same way you are, so pardon m if I don't see the problem'
    'He is not who you think he is. There is more to him than meets the eye', Drite says.
    'Hmm...Now this is interesting. More like what?', Theresa Drite asks as she sets aside her brush and leads Collins out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
    'So I am not quite sure', Collins begins. 'I think Franz is involved in a big fraud situation'.
    'How do you know this?' Theresa prods further in order to attain information enough to get Franz and his cohorts arrested for Fraud.
    'Well, I visited his office today and while waiting for him, I stumbled on a file that had some really suspicious content in it'.
    'Like what?'
    'Bank transactions running into billions which seem unaccounted for.'
    'Ok, we are talking about a senior staff in the Ministry Of Finance here you know. Those transactions you saw, for all we know, could have been authorized for a government project'
    'Listen, baby', Collins begins softly. 'I am no Forensic Accountant but something did not feel right in those files so I beg you to use your good office in the CIA to investigate the matter for the sake of this nation's economy'
    'Fine', Theresa backs down with a smile. 'We will look into it. I have to get ready and run'.
    Collins Drite while in his office received a call from the CIA summoning him for questioning at the Headquarters. The voice over the phone sounds rather authoritative as though they have concluded he is one of the criminal involved in the fraud. He follows the instructions and reports at the CIA headquarters for questioning. He has never been to the CIA headquarters regardless of the fact that his wife is a senior staff there but it turns out to be exactly how he imagined it would be. He is welcomed by agents in all black that he begins to imagine the CIA did probably lose someone the previous day or something, as he is escorted to a room, he mutters the word 'sorry' to virtually every agent he comes by, imagining they have taken the 'death of the personnel(s)' too personally that virtually the entire office is dressed in black.
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    ©mrspectacular

  • james_taumas 94w

    Prisoner

    Let me out
    Begging at oblivion's edge
    Pleas turn hoarse
    Four walls bound
    Time drags its nails
    Hopelessness settles in
    Sunlight extinguished
    The chains feast
    Fate abandons
    Alone in this hole
    The devil enjoys.

    ©james_taumas

  • sparklingteja 110w

    We're incarcerated by the past and haunted by the future
    ©sparklingteja

  • leesalove 152w

    Two Broken People

    They were two broken people

    In a world so torn

    Trying to find their way

    Through the eye of the storm
    ©leesalove

  • starkanonymous 167w

    C□NFN•MNT

    Written on the day before my release from my first stint in lock-up. Back when I still had a lot to learn.

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    A day away from freedom
    Time won't pass fast enough
    Getting greedy with need
    I'm getting needy with greed

    Enough is enough
    Tired of living - sober
    When this is all over
    I know I will get high

    One day away from freedom
    Razor wire in my head
    This cage I'm trapped in - madness
    My silent month of sadness

    I can't take anymore
    Hate of living - sober
    Once this is all over
    I'll fly high within my mind

    I'll try a day and day of time
    But I'll never keep it simple
    Letting go and letting God?
    Does that sound f*cking simple?

    Silence, when will silence prevail?
    What is pestilence?
    What cure is it I beg for?
    What sunken ship will sail?

    Ghosts beneath the remains
    The sun shines, never deep

    Stuck in this cage
    With rage beyond rage
    Scratching out the lies
    I'm clawing out my eyes

    I don't want to see anymore

    Getting ripe with age
    The hours pass like days
    I filled myself with hate
    From lies that I'd create

    I don't want to breathe anymore

    Seething and loathing
    I'm falling, I'm floating
    I'll leave this place, choking
    On these final lines, still smoking

    I don't think I believe anymore                        -



    -fin



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    7/9/04 - 8/6/04 : my month of silence
    8/5/04 : date written





    "C□NFN•MNT"
    8/5/2004©starkanonymous
    @E.J.Markt|WritingSolutions

  • lyricalslouch 184w

    "THE HOLE"

    You could say I was a crazy teenager. Trying to cope with past childhood trauma and being raised in a dysfunctional family began taking a toll on my actions and behaviors at a very early age. I turned to alcohol and drugs to escape the pain. When I was 16 yrs old I got an a fight with a relative and things got way out of hand. Because of what happened that night I was "convicted as an adult" and would spend the next 9 years in a cell. Sometimes good people do bad things. Not every inmate is a criminal!
    ©lyricalslouch