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Hi Ilya,
My name is Shane! I don’t speak Russian, I hope that’s okay. I’m also 25 years old and I love hockey too! So we have some things in common.
I’ve never written an inmate before. I don’t really know why I’m doing this. I guess I’m lonely. I’m not very good at making friends or dating. I think maybe I can be a bit awkward in person, but I’m good at writing. So I hope that’s okay.
or Shane Hollander finds Ilya Rozanov on WriteAPrisoner.com and sends him an email.
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20 Jul 2026
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“‘Lo,” Paul says through a yawn.
“Hey, Macca,” responds John Lennon. “I’ve just heard your new song. It’s shit. Still, I reckon I should sue you.”It's 1970, and eighteen-year-old Paul has just released his first album. Shortly after, older, seasoned music critic John Lennon rips it to pieces. Angry sex follows.
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20 Jul 2026
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some of it is transcendental (some of it is just really dumb) by criesinauthor (wrotemyowndeliverance)
Fandoms: Good Will Hunting (1997)
18 Aug 2025
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One hour.
The cops said they would stay on the premises for one hour while he took his things out of the house. That’s what they told him the day he was discharged. He didn’t have any time to call Billy, or Morgan, or Chuckie. His real family. Because they’d waited long enough after his surgery that he could leave on his own, then picked him up in the cruiser to take him to dear ol’ dad’s place. It was kind of nice to take the ride in the front seat for once.
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21 Jul 2026
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Sean tilts his head. “Who’s Chuckie?”
The question lands heavier than it should. He knows who Chuckie is; that's not what he's really asking.
Will leans back, smirks. He's got this. “What, you read through my file again?"
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20 Jul 2026
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Something that people fail to mention about having any sort of creative inclination is the branch of vividness that comes along with it. Oftentimes, when he sleeps, he’s blessed with the faint fingerpicking of a tune he’s able to use in his next song, other times, he’s left to the devices of the most desolate part of his mind.
John feels Paul’s eyes on him and looks back. He grins and Paul tastes burnt wine on his lips.
Paul starts having random dreams, except they're not that random, and they're most definitely more than dreams.
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17 Jul 2026