Love Letters To Inmates Novels & Stories

"I love you. I'm going to keep loving you. Even when I'm gone. Even when distance makes it hard. I'm going to love you and try to deserve you and hope that when I get out, you're still here." "I'll be here." "You can't promise that." "I'm promising anyway." He kissed me. Long. Slow. The kind of kiss that's meant to last through separation. Then he pulled back. Got in the car. And drove away. I stood on the sidewalk in Brooklyn and watched the car disappear and tried to believe that three and a half years was survivable. That we could make it through this. That love was enough. His first letter arrived two weeks later. Handwritten. Four pages. Folded into an envelope that had been opened and

I sit down, the cold seeping through the fabric of my clothes, chilling me to the bone. As the lights dim, signaling the end of the day in this sterile prison, my thoughts turn once again to Zac and Clementine. The image of Clementine's smile, her gurgling baby laughter, fills me with a fierce longing. I close my eyes, recalling the warmth of Zac's embrace, the safety it promises. I whisper their names, my voice a mere breath in the silence, hoping against hope that somehow, they will feel my call, my need for them. The facility might be soundproof, but love, I believe, has its own frequency, one that cannot be contained by glass or steel.

Luiggi remained sitting on his bed disowning his bad luck, but he missed Amanda, since that day in the dungeon he had never seen her again and tears were running down his cheeks saying. "I love you Amanda...forgive me I hurt you so much...don't forget me...don't hate me, please love." As she finished saying those words, screams could be heard from the inmates nearby, in front and to the side taunting her saying. "Forgive me love, hahahahaha, say yes, don't forget me". "Hey, here you will not be alone, you will have some loves, hahahaha". "I'll go with you my love...do you want to be my little girlfriend? Hahaha."

I always had the urge to show everyone that I made my own rules, regardless of my dad and brother, Alex. “How does something like that works?” Rona wondered. It was something I also didn’t know until Victoria showed me how. “You create a profile, take a look at the message board and look for someone to write,” I explained. “I chose to send an email, but you can also send a letter.” “Crazy,” Rona sighed. “Yes, apparently, they print out the email and give it to the prisoners.” “Sounds serious.” “It does.” “I chose one of the worst guys. He had a list full of crimes and was all under the tattoos—my dad would’ve dropped dead if he saw him.” I laughed. “He’s in there for murder, drug trafficking

I almost smile. Almost. Because all I can think about now is Quincy wheeling past those gates, sunlight hitting his skin, freedom finally touching him… …and me hoping like hell he keeps that letter safe. Especially the number at the bottom. 143. His inmate code. And if his smart ass is able to encode that properly. I think it would spell out what I've never gotten the chance to tell him. One, for “I.” Four, for “Love.” Three, for “You.”

The only time we saw any light was when the guards did their rounds, bringing food or prisoners. My 'friends' had noticed my guest and took this time to remind me of their terms as they started to make catcalls, calls and noise in general. "Hey lovers, don't keep us waiting for too long." "Told you she would come back. Love in prison. How sweet!" "You never can tell the possibilities that exist unless you try. You ever imagine doing it in a stinky place like this?"

Damn… I couldn’t help but feel a little excited and nervous all in one go but ohh goodness help me! “Um Yea sure, you can hang for a bit if you want." I opened the door wider and moved for him to come in, then shut it and locked it behind us. I sat back on my bed and grabbed my book as he sat beside me "what you reading then?" "well… it’s actually a book full of romantic love letters and poetry that lovers would send to each other during the war but the way they speak to each other, the love and feelings that are put into each letter, It’s amazing, like no matter how far away they are or how long they have to stay away... it’s like they know that no matter what, their love will bring them b

"Set you up? Hardly. I was just the bait. You walked straight into your own trap. Enjoy your prison sentence. Hope it's everything you deserve." I turned without another glance, slipping my hand into Steve's and walking away. I never once looked back. They say he was initially sentenced to a few months, but after killing a fellow inmate during a fight, it was converted to life imprisonment. He sent me a letter from prison. On the envelope, written in bold, desperate strokes: To Cate, My Beloved Wife. I gave it a cursory glance, then tossed it straight into the flames. There is no Cate who belongs to Kevin.

Real, warm, sticky blood. She was crying, shaking, and mumbling something about how it was an accident. I took her hands in mine, washed the blood off, smeared it onto my own shirt, and told her to run and never look back. She actually listened, because she never looked back for eight fucking years. Shannon was my undoing. I ended up going to jail for a woman who never replied to any of my letters. 72... Seventy two letters, I wrote her in total... I told her about my cell. About the fights. The way my cell stank of piss and rust. The way my cellmate screamed in his sleep. The way the guards looked at me when I carved her initials into my arm with a broken plastic fork.

I said. "They match in spirit" he said. Movie at 3 PM. Rom-com. He fell asleep 20 minutes in. On my shoulder. Drool and all. I didn’t move for an hour. Just let him. Because I could. *DAY 6: DEC 17 - THE LETTER* 2:15 PM Mail came. Official envelope. State seal. "Victim Notification Inmate #88472 Victor Reed Transferred to: Riverton State Penitentiary Estimated release: December 2034"