Orange is the New Black Fan-Fiction: Burnt Cold

by Christian Edwards

Hey all! This is my first write, so please don't be too harsh, but I would like some feedback! The story focuses on Morag O'Day, a young Irish woman who's life took a wrong turn. The story follows her struggles with her 0 social skills trying to survive in Litchfield Correctional Facility.

Orange is the New Black Fan-Fiction: Burnt Cold

Prologue

Prison has always been depicted in TV programmes as ghastly, dingy, moldy resting places for people's careers and lives. And you'd shrug it off, thinking it's never going to happen to you. You're going to steer your life down the steady, middle-class hill, take things nice and slow. This is everyone's hopeful plan. But, of course I had to do that one thing that would fuck my life in my goddamn ass.

The cold crisp air burned my throat as I inhaled sharply. I spluttered revoltingly at the changing weather, and brought a cigarette up to my pale lips. As I watched the paper burn slowly I imagined my life slowly burning away at the same time. "Fuck, I need to quit." I murmured to myself, the cigarette bouncing up and down as I spoke to myself maniacally. It was 6:33 AM on a Monday morning, 2014. I had been handed a hand-me-down job by father as his new executive officer at Jillian-Carr Motor Insurance. Of course, my father paid so much interest in my life that he knew that I knew everything about insurance, especially with a degree in archaeology, but this was modern America. If you had a degree, you did not work in that field. As I took one last puff on my life, and stubbed it on the side of my mother's 50 year old vase from India. "Shit…shit, shit, shit!" I cried as I had realised my mistake, the clay suddenly started melting, I started screaming, the children started laughing and the clown started killing. Stop.