The Lonely Giraffe – Second Place Fiction Alexandria Detention Center Writing Contest August 2019

The Lonely Giraffe
Brenden H.

Second place winner, Fiction, Heard/Alexandria Detention Center writing contest, August, 2019

Once upon a time there was a lonely giraffe named Phillip. He lived in a small rural zoo located in Colorado. His habitat was nice enough and he had all he needed but, he was lonely nonetheless.

Everyday, families from all over would come to the zoo and visit Phillip. He enjoyed the company of the people but, he envied them as well. He longed to be with his family, who at this point he could hardly remember. He was but a young calf when he was taken from his family at another zoo. Phillip knew his father – Liam the Giraffe – would come and rescue him. It was only a matter of time.

Liam had done it. He finally located his son at a small rural zoo in Colorado. It had taken him 5 days and a lot of detective work but he found his boy. That was one thing this small zoo didn’t know – the power of Love.

The papa giraffe set up a base camp outside of the zoo. He spent the next two days watching the workers and learning their schedules. He was almost ready to save his son.

Phillip was awaiting his salvation. A messenger bird from his father’s zoo had flown to Colorado and relayed the message of his incoming rescue. He was nervous but very excited. He prepared for his escape by doing a lot of squats.

Liam was ready. His plan was simple. Rescue his son by any means necessary. The adult giraffe dismantled his base camp and headed to the backside of the zoo. Phillip’s habitat was in the back and there were only two fences between him and his boy. It was after normal operating hours. Perfect time for the rescue.

The perimeter fence surrounding the zoo was no match for Liam’s powerful hooves. He trampled it flat and ran for his young one. Spotting Phillips exhibit, he crouched behind a small restroom building for humans. Peering over the roof, he saw his son. Seeing his youngster filled him with the strength he needed to rescue Phillip.

Liam executed his plan. Climbing atop the restrooms, he had a perfect angle into the habitat. He jumped landing in the exhibit with Phillip. They didn’t have long before zookeepers would come investigate. They hugged with the necks for a moment, then Liam motioned toward the exhibit fence.

“Davai, Davai!” yelled Liam. Davia means “come on” in Russian. They were Russian giraffes.

The two giraffes slammed into the fence and flattened it with ease. They were out of the zoo property in no time. They lived in the Colorado landscapes til the end of their days. Happily ever after.

First Place Fiction Alexandria Detention Center Writing Contest August 2019

Bliss
Nicholas D.

First place winner, Fiction, Heard/Alexandria Detention Center writing contest, August, 2019

Not too distant from here exist two cities wrapped in an unfortunate duality. Both were prosperous in their own rights, but the foundation of each prosperity could not differ more. In both cities, the population differs only in lifestyle; each citizen has just as much opportunity as the next. For those lifestyles, however, this could not seem further from the case.

In the city of Bliss, the citizens could not look happier though they try. From the outside of their houses, one would assume Bliss was a resort for the rich and powerful. The path to each door is lined with flowers that beg to be smelled, though they have nothing to offer. The windows are maliciously tinted by a door with an excess of locks. Though the intricate designs and floral arrangements differ equally, the windows and doors are identical as if required by law.

The buisnesses are equally as opulent as the residential area though surprisingly the windows are the main attraction. The shelves are empty and the aisles are rarely traveled but the windows are lined with the most up to date products of every variety though their authenticity and customer satisfaction is not guaranteed.

The citizens of Bliss are things of wonder in and of themselves. Much like the rest of Bliss, from looks alone you’d think each citizen was as wise and well off as the next. Just like the buisnesses and homes, the citizens lack any foundation to support their façade.

In conversation, one would be none the wiser as the citizens of Bliss seem to have endless knowledge and affirmation for their beliefs. In a single conversation they can flip and flop from one stance to another in a desperate attempt to avoid dissonance. Every life in Bliss seems lie a desperate attempt to please others, but with no foundational commitment to personal values every life is a fight to avoid facing the true self.

Downwind from Bliss lies a small decrepit town that exists in a stark contrast. In this town everything is presented exactly as it exists. Depending on the needs of the inhabitants, the houses are small with enough rooms to meet one’s needs without excess. The houses have modest gardens that boast both fragrance and substance despite lacking visual appeal. From the functional streets you can see through the windows and observe lives with purpose.

Main Street hosts a variety of unique businesses that meet the needs fully of the town. The shopkeepers offer welcoming doors and are eager to learn the name of anyone who enters and find out how they may assist them. As eager as they may be to assist, they’re equally as happy to let one know they cannot help and point them in the appropriate direction for a business that can.

This in nature is the ultimate difference from Bliss. While the city has a sole focus of ego maintenance, this exiled town’s focus is one of understanding and knowledge. That isn’t to say the town doesn’t see visitors from Bliss. Every citizen from Bliss will visit the town at least once a week in search of advice or assistance who they will swear by as if they discovered it themselves.

The townspeople don’t mind as they were also once citizens of Bliss. That is how the village began; the more exposure one receives on the Beliefs of Bliss, the more reluctant they are to return. Then, once one has made their final departure, they actively strive to sustain life outside the morally destitute city.

It is crucial to note that living in either location has no bearing on one’s character. Equally as many good, innocent people life in Bliss as bad, corrupt people live in exile. The town’s seperation is entirely based on how their pursuit of truth with no bearing on how they use it.
After all, ignorance is Bliss.

Tears to God – Alexandria Detention Center Writing Contest August 2019

Tears to God
Terri M.

Heard/Alexandria Detention Center writing contest, August, 2019

The tears coming down my face,
only to go drip drop to the floor
Nobody to wipe the tears away,
and nobody to comfort a hurt soul
As I look to God for comfort,
praying for my pain to ease
Crying out the deeply cause,
for only God to hear
Ready for God to take control,
to give me inner peace
In a place I never wanted to be,
now only to see the blessings
Take away the wrongs in my life,
as I repent my sins to Jesus
Let my heart be open to you Lord,
for your unconditional love
As I cry these tears Lord,
only in my Fathers presence
Only to have the Holy Spirit,
stop these free-flowing tears
Finally replacing them with,
the greatest gift He can give
Receiving the inner peace I longed for,
and the salvation of everlasting life
Never ashamed or scared to call on God,
for any wants, needs, or even repentance
For His unconditional love on earth,
is all I need to survive!