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Mortal Echoes is a term applied when good souls are caught in between beliefs made possible from the similarities. These same similarities are broken down into; Visions of the past or visions of a future not yet lived, echoes of an alternate reality that could have been and still might be, and memories of this world without knowledge of evil mocked and taunted by memories of this same world with it. All of us good souls who were once caught, and others who perhpas still are caught in between beliefs are called decoys, echoes if you will who fear nothing but feel everything.
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A biography of true accounts.
Mortal Echoes is a term applied when good souls are caught in between beliefs made possible from the similarities. These same similarities are broken down into; Visions of the past or visions of a future not yet lived, echoes of an alternate reality that could have been and still might be, and memories of this world without knowledge of evil mocked and taunted by memories of this same world with it. All of us good souls who were once caught, and others who perhpas still are caught in between beliefs are called decoys, echoes if you will who fear nothing but feel everything.
Some of what I've seen, heard and felt in my life are true accounts mentioned in this book, the rest that I haven't mentioned still continues, and all of it together just wouldn't sound right. I hope you enjoy reading this book.
Excerpt
I arrived in the prison parking lot and immediately noticed that I was the only person in it. I mean, everybody else’s car was there but only me in the parking lot. I headed to the front doors of the prison and walked in. Immediately I noticed a silence amongst all those that were there. I walked passed everybody and turned the corner. There I noticed one of the officers my brother told me about, he simply grinned and rolled his eyes. I then entered the chart office to check in. The sergeant there was known to use cocaine and was a drunk, he immediately told me that I was going to be taken hostage today and I was to go to the draft trailer and have my hostage pictures taken. Not sure if I heard correctly I asked what he was saying. Then a secretary approached me and said that I was to go to the draft trailer and have my hostage pictures taken. I looked at her not knowing what to say when a voice in my head said, “be strong.”
I then made my way back through the lobby and headed to the main gates leading down back. I walked past them and met a woman outside and asked her where the draft trailer was. That was foolish because I already knew. She pointed me in the right direction and I headed there, it was complete silence now, what was going on? I arrived at the draft trailer where I was met by two other officers who knew why I was there. They told me to stand against a white screen and remain calm. I asked them why they were taking my picture and they said that there was an inmate that looked like me had just arrived at the prison. They showed me his picture and sure as shit the inmate looked like me. I continued to look at it when I noticed a picture of another inmate that looked exactly like Captain Arnold,
“What the fuck is going on here guys?” I demanded,
“What do you think’s going on Ernie?” one of them replied,
At that moment I believed that they had brought in these two inmates to switch me and the Captain with, punish us for what I told him my brother said. But why? I didn’t give up the three officers names. I mean, the only ones who saw me and the Captain talking were inmates that had peaked through the window outside the dorm. The Captain and I had ignored them and didn’t think anything of it at the time. I know, they must have convinced those three officers that I had snitched on them and something had to be done to me and Captain Arnold before any type of investigation began. I didn’t tell him their names, so why go through all this? those fuckers.
I finished up there and walked out where I was met by the inside perimeter officer. He told me to get in the van and he would bring me to the dorm I was working at.&a
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