Room 101 Creative Writing Coursework

Room 101 As he sat stiff backed and upright in the hard wooden chair, Jotham looked around anxiously. He could only see three of the walls, and the ceiling, if he craned his neck upwards, but that was enough to make him very uneasy indeed. They were grey and bare - not silver grey, but a horrible murky grey, that made it seem like everything was closing in on him. The room was rectangular; not at …

…incite others! Never publicly declare your feelings!" "And lastly, question number three. What do you think of Big Brother?" "I don't know!" Ten seconds left. Winters face was devoid of emotion. "Answer me!" "I DON'T KNOW!" he screamed. "Don't do this to me!!" He looked again. He was surrounded by grey. It was like the worst nightmare. Five seconds. "He is all powerful, and rightly! I love him. I LOVE BIG BROTHER!" Two. One. Zero.