I snuck over the southern border into America. A wanted man in Yemen for brutally slaying a family of five, I am on a mission - Washington, D.C... I'll become established in Gullible Town, U.S.A.. Then run for congress. I'll have my painted on smile ready, as I shake hands, and kiss babies. All while having a hidden agenda... Sharia Law in America. Once a congressman, I'll pass laws for more dangerous people to gain citizenship, and all things free. Courtesy of the tax payer. I am a prisoner to no one...... You all should have stuck with Trump.
| Writing Prompt |
In 100 words, or less, write a short story--not necessarily a flash-fiction, though it could be--on the theme/subject/topic of 'prisoner'. It could be literal or metaphoric. |
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