Dream Of Prison Novels & Stories

"Before being arrested I did all kinds of services, from Motoboy to waiter. So when I was arrested, I started cooking. I'm not a chef. Actually, my food is horrible, but it didn't make a difference to any of them.” "And what do you really like? "The woman insisted, blinking softly towards me. "Do you have any dreams?” Well, I had dreams long before I was in prison, and I lost them all when that happened. It was no longer even possible to remember where they started and ended. They seemed so close and at the same time so far away. I knew the world was full of possibilities, and my freedom could not be bought, but it was still difficult to understand how it would work from then on.

Inside each are humans and dragons, some wearing the symbol of the solar rebellion. This isn't a rebellion ship. This is a prison ship. They're only pretending to be rebels, the entire ship a cunning play to trap troublemakers looking to fight the Luxandrian government. Troublemakers like me. Rough hands throw me into a cage that burns with the same blue fire as the net from the beach. Screaming, I eventually pass out, my body overwhelmed with pain. When I dream, I see Carnelia waiting for me, wanting me, calling from the other side of a long, dark tunnel.

*you cannot stop it* I will! I will!! In the process of trying to get the bracelet off, I didn't see the car approaching me and before I could move away, it hit me. Hard. I fell to the ground staring at the bright sky. So this is how I was going to die. I smiled to myself. At least it wasn't as horrific as the others. I was crazy even at my dying moment. I start feeling dizzy, black spots covered my vision. Goodbye world. My eyes slid shut hearing the last words that didn't make any sense. *this is your future* Then I woke up.

Avery awoke to the sensation of rough rope digging into her wrists and ankles. Her head throbbed, and her vision swam as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. She was in a different cell this time, one with thick, unyielding bars and a heavy padlock. The smell of damp earth and mildew permeated the air, and the faint light from a flickering torch cast eerie shadows on the stone walls. Turns out Avery was having a dream. She had not fled but was still held captive.

But whatever it was, he buried it deep. --- By the third day, I was ready to lose my mind. My wrists were raw from the restraints, my stomach growling from the barely edible scraps they called food. I knew Dylan intentionally wouldn't let me set foot outside this stupid prison because he knows I would have found my way out of this shithole the second he did. This place is slowly driving me mad and I hate the fact that I can't do much but hope to God that someone found my signal through the tracking device in my earnings. Now normally I would have preferred Victor but right now, anyone would do.

Just one opportunity to break free. Please. But the Moongoddess, if she truly existed, had remained silent. At least, not yet. I sank further against the wall, my eyelids fluttering shut as I sought to quell my racing thoughts. The harsh clamor of the prison—the clanking of chains, the soft murmurs of fellow captives—felt distant, muted by my own desolation. I envisioned the world beyond—fresh air, sunlight, freedom. It seemed like a distant dream now, as if I had never experienced such wonders.

He was a squire by this point from what I saw in his pictures. “I wish I could remember him, the boy I mean. I would tell him thank you for protecting me and helping me. I actually think he is the one who brought me to that Apple Farm.” Admitting this to Sky feels good. I remember having vague dreams when back in the prison cell, how there was sounds of fighting, a man and a child in front of him and what sounds like a horse. But that’s all I can remember. Sometimes I feel like it was just my imagination, my mind trying to help me deal with being in prison, but now knowing what I do because of what Juden told us makes me believe that my dreams were actually memories.

*Damian* I am held in chains on a platform outside of any cell block. I was on my knees, my head hanging low since the collar on my neck is so heavy. I was weak, I was starved and dehydrated, days without sleep. Every day, a woman comes to torture me with something new to offer. I’ve been beaten, stabbed, drowned, burned, suffocated, and much more. Yet somehow I healed quickly and no scars appeared on my body. I look up to see the sun rising over the wall, the cold air from the night still lingering. The sun was warming me up but not by much. I needed to escape! I need to do it today or else I’m afraid that my life will end here. I try to get up but my legs are weak from sitting on my knees.

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

Then, the last vision showed a plain darkness and a red dot. It looked like a zipper and. Kristina tried to open the image and it allowed her to touch the head of the zigzag. She opened it and it showed her a portal again. She tried to get past it and she saw cages. It shocked her. Cages with all sizes. Some were occupied and some were destroyed. She looked on each of it and the prisoners look liked tired and surrendered to their exhaustions. "I told you, who is the Phoenix?" "Darling," the messenger said. "How much do you know of the Phoenix?"