REVISION-IMPROVE PAPER

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Professor’s NameCourse
Date
The Secret
Me: Hello Alysha,
Alysha: Hello, it has been a long time since we last met?
Me: I have been in this prison for twelve years? Nobody comes to visit me in this prison. I am very glad you are here.
Alysha: what resulted in your imprisonment?
Me: I will tell you all what happened and I believe you will not share with anyone else.
I had falsely closed my eyes for quite a long time in the night upon the appearance of the darkness. I was surrounded by massive prison walls that curtailed my attempt to enjoy the coming day (Osborn 3). As I silently peeped through my window, the only thing I could see was a light from my neighbor. The night was. Still, I could neither hear the sound of an animal nor that of a human being trespassing in the compound. After realizing that there were no movements, I sat in my chair quietly with the remainder of the paper which was destroyed by my father. The paper contained the stories I had written against his wish.
I was, however, determined to write again despite opposition, especially from my father. I started my writing journey once more, and I knew that I had to break the existing barriers preventing me from writing and if not so, I shall not be able to express myself in writing in future.
Beginning this process, the words of my father vehemently opposing my idea of writing often rang in my mind. I was not at liberty to progress with my writing interests only because I was a girl and the field may have been reserved for boys (Osborn 5).

My idea was readily dismissed as a silly thought by my seniors. On the contrary, nobody cared to follow what my four brothers were doing; one could become a musician, writer farmer or anything they wished without opposition or duress.
“I must be a writer,” I shouted. However, I was very sure that a man could not prevent me from my writing quest, but I had the sole responsibility of liberating myself. I furiously entered my father’s room stating that a man has the absolute right to read and write. I was armed with the writing materials and was ready to confront the man who was my barrier to writing yet upon my entrance he was reading a novel. I shouted to my father that I wanted to be a writer and therefore he had no obligation to stop me (Osborn 5). The confrontation escalated from actual words, and then I attacked him. I used my writing pen to strike my father’s throat severely leading to his death and eventually facing imprisonment.
My father was reeling in pain, and I used that opportunity to acquire back my writings which he had taken away from me as a way of intimidation. In remorse, I started calling for help though I could not escape the reality of the damage.
While in prison, I am more productive regarding the stories to be written down. The fact that I was in prison for twelve years I have achieved my heart desires of becoming a proficient writer. Owing to the fact that in prison there were writing I had to utilize anything that could enhance my writing skills (Osborn 7). Nonetheless, I used to communicate my thoughts on whatever means that came on my way regardless of the harm it causes to me. As a result, devouring my skin is a way of expressing my thought thus I am not harming myself. Alysha: So what’s next?
Me: I have been in the prison for twelve years. While at the prison I was very active and determined to enhance my writing skills as writing was my hobby. Most people are motivated and ready to read stories which are written by women who break the oppression barriers just like I have done. I believe now that I can see the light after the very many days I have been in the darkness of fear. I can comfortably express opinions without fear or intimidation.
Work Cited
Osborn, Alex. Applied Imagination-Principles, and Procedures of Creative Writing. Read Books Ltd, 2013.