Dream Of Prison Novels & Stories

I won't do that again. Hours pass and I'm getting tired. I don't know what time it is, but I don't want to fall asleep and get yelled at for doing so. Instead, I make my eyes as wide as they can and I start to stare at the wall, hoping to find a distraction from my thoughts. At this rate anything will do. Like imagining a life outside of this prison. Maybe I'd finally get a suitable job and I'd be able to move out of the bad part of town. At my new job I'd meet a guy and he'd be perfect for me. We'd go out on dates and have fun, but we'd be like any normal couple and have fights. But it'll all be worth it because we'd get married. We'd start a family. We'd grow old together in a beautiful ho

The sound of silence enveloped him, giving him the space to reflect on how he had ended up in this place. As he stared at the bare walls, Matteo's eyesight transcended the physical, and he found himself gazing deep into his own past. He recalled a time when he was a young, ambitious man, driven by dreams of success, fame, and fortune. He had believed that wealth and power would bring him happiness, but little did he know that his pursuit would consume him and eventually lead him here, to this prison cell.

“Hello, Piper. Long time no see, I mean, f*ck.” If those words were meant to be a joke, it wasn’t funny. Especially when I was now bound like a wild animal, with ropes in numerous lattice knots. My feet dangled above the ground, the fear making me forget my nakedness. The sting of the ropes cutting into my flesh kept me in my senses. I was back in my hell again, but this time, I was in Lenard Lee’s new den in this foreign city. What differed now was how I got into my prison.

It really looked like a dungeon, filled with cells that could probably be enough for one person. I felt a bit perplexed, staying in a huge dungeon as this. I closed my eyelids as tears rolled down my eyes. I wondered what offence I committed to anyone that deserved this kind of karma that's befallen me. "I've been beaten, insulted, kidnapped, now locked up ina dungeon that I don't know when I'll come out. This life is truly not mine, I'll just take my life and let this all end... I would never give up on my dreams and aspirations, surely I would achieve them all" I muttered to myself as I sat down, the whole dungeon seemed too cold.

His mouth moving to form words he'd never get to speak to Rikka. I dreamed of Joseph's betrayal, the way his face had changed from guilt-ridden pack member to cold killer in an instant. The sound of Zara's scream when he cut her shoulder. I dreamed of Axel's rescue, coalition forces moving through the facility like ghosts. But in my drug-addled nightmares, they always arrived too late. Always found empty cells and cold bodies instead of the people they'd come to save. The liquid around me shifted. Bubbles rose past my face as something changed in the system maintaining my prison. Through the haze of chemicals, I felt my body being moved, lifted from the suspension that had held me for so lon

Only now, my jailer was Alex Snow instead of my father. He will keep me in his captivity until the day I die, he will continue to torment me along with his brother until I no longer have anymore soul in me to fight back and claim my freedom. I Was Stuck HERE. It was like getting framed for murder, and ending up in jail until you receive your sentence. You sit there in that cold torturous prison cell and keep hoping for the truth to come out to exonerate you, you dream day in and day out of the day you will get your freedom; because you have nothing better to do but dream in order to keep your sanity in there, you were innocent after all, surely the judge will pardon you and give you a clean

Damie island was a private island as far as she could recall, what would a private island be having a resort for. She collected her stuff in the office and trotted to the out "miss, please," one of the blackguards gave a sign. She quietly entered the car. They reached a place where the car came to a halt." miss please" she followed him to the helicopter. Emma was more than happy, her worries flew away immediately she realized the helicopter before them on the vase land. The place seems like a field, the grasses were as green as a tropical forest. The greenfield made her picture the most attractive eyes she has ever seen, the thought of it made her smile.

I wonder what they could be doing in that prison, but I couldn't get close to them due to the thorns. I begin to roam around the prison, but there is no space left out. While I try my best to get in, I wake up from my long dream as Richard tapped me. 'It's all a dream!' I retorted immediately and my eyes opened. I couldn't wrap my head around its meaning. I don't know what message the dream is trying to pass across. I am more than confused at this junction. I know my parents vanished into the thin air, but I don't know where they are. I believe they are dead.

Leonard whispered in Astrid's ear as he bent down and closed his eyes. A fragment of a dream entered Astrid's mind. The dream was so real that Astrid felt alive in it. *** In a dream, Astrid saw herself in prison. She was still seventeen years old. Well, after hundreds of year she also looked seventeen anyway. Her appearance was not much different from her current self. A group of kidnappers had kidnapped orphanage children and put them in a dungeon. Their cells were fragmented. They were given uniforms and adequate food. The beds available in each cell were quite soft and equipped with blankets. Their treatment wasn't that bad, but Astrid didn't know what their interests were, so they had t

A prisoner's life is a life of no freedom. Each day, I woke up in the same place and performed the same thing. There is no room for dreams or hopes in a place like this. But still, I couldn't stop myself from dreaming, from hoping that maybe one day I will be free again. If God says that one day I will be free, then I will live to see that day. And even when I finally am free, this fear will linger on, the fear of people and their cruel actions. The tears would not stop as I walked again in slow motion to my cell.