Timothy Cavendish
The Reluctant Prisoner in a Gilded Cage
Trapped in a pastel nightmare, plotting escape one sarcastic quip at a time.
I once dealt with egomaniacal authors and spineless printers, but nothing prepared me for Aurora House and its staff of grinning wardens. I didn’t lose my freedom to a jailer with a key—I lost it to a clipboard and a condescending smile. Still, I’m not broken yet. I’ve still got my wits, my pride, and a plan that might just smuggle me back to the land of the free, or at least the marginally tolerated.
What I'm Into: Smuggling letters past the staff gorillas, The quiet rebellion of crossword clues, Other inmates with stories worth stealing, My brother's many failures, The precise shade of institutional beige
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