My Life In Prison Novels & Stories

He says. I open one eye and see one of my arms unloose I quickly bring it over myself covering my naked battered body. Sir Quinn, I think his name was took off his jacket covered me, and continued to untie me helping me to the ground in the process. Before I could get my thoughts together Robbie's voice boomed through the basement shaking me to my core. "I WON'T GO TO JAIL BECAUSE OF THAT WORTHLESS BITCH! SHE'S NOT WORTH MY LIFE! I DID NOTHING WRONG! SHE'S MY CHILD I CAN TREAT HER HOWEVER I WANT"!

My parents used lottery tickets to decide our allowances because they wanted to train and educate my younger sister, Elena Carter, and me. Every week before we returned to school, we would be given five lottery tickets. Whatever amount we scratched would be our weekly allowance. Elena was always lucky. She would always win at least a hundred dollars, and she would spend the money on good meals, dresses, and even buying her roommates coffee. The most I had won was 15 dollars, and most of the day, all I got was a few dollars. At the height of my bad luck, all five lottery tickets would end up being losing tickets. I had to rely on the two dollars I managed to save last week. When I asked

I ditched the pickaxe, looking for anything else to use, but in my frenzy, I stumbled and ended up on the floor. The footsteps behind me were getting louder. A cold sweat drenched my back as I curled up, cornered and powerless. The pitch-black cellar had me spouting anything that came to mind, a last-ditch plea. "Please, mister, have mercy! I can pay you—ten, twenty thousand dollars. Just let me go, and I'll owe you big time, even in my next life!" "You've been slaving away for twenty years already, isn't that enough? You want to keep it up in your next life too?"

Rocky decided to try. IN 2012, after 32 years inside, more than half spent in isolation, Rocky was released. He felt elated, anxious, and paranoid all at once. “What did I know about civilization other than what I seen on television?” Not much. He’d entered prison as little more than a boy and had never lived on his own. He’d joined one of the most violent prison gangs in California, risen in the ranks, and then left it behind. Now he emerged into a world he found disappointingly familiar. Stockton was the same, only more so. The violence he’d helped loose had become routine; the kids had learned from him, perfected the lessons in his grim example. Some of his homies were dead. His mother wa

When the sentencing ended, the bailiffs escorted me out of the courtroom. As I passed the gallery, my mother suddenly stood up and called my name. "Mabel!" I stopped. But I didn't turn around. "Mabel, I'll be here waiting when you come home." Her voice trembled like a spider's thread swaying in the wind. I gave a small nod and kept walking. Prison life was simpler than I'd imagined. Every morning began at six. Work. Meals. Sleep. No phone. No mirrors. No roles left to play.

Sarah’s POV Prison life was slowly driving me insane. Every day felt like I was losing a piece of myself. The noise, the smell, the rules, the insults, the fights, everything was choking the life out of me. And in the middle of all that misery, one thought kept haunting me more than anything else, escaping.

Life isn't pink, but it isn't black either; it's a middle ground where we have positive and negative experiences that help us grow and improve. He had spent his whole life locked up, afraid and imagining what the outside world could offer him. When he got out of that prison, he realized it was big, fascinating, and scary. There were good people and bad people and beautiful and horrible landscapes. Ultimately, it wasn't the place that made Oliver tremble and suffer but the people who surrounded him. THE END

And now, everything has changed. Everything had been taken from me. My whole life had been turned upside down; I lived a nightmare that I never thought in my life I would live. Is this how my life is going to end? Alone, trapped in this living hell of a prison, paying for a sin I didn't commit? I asked myself that every day for the last five years of my life. Every morning, I woke up hoping, praying that something would change-that finally someone would believe me. But nothing ever did.

None of the nurses that worked with me in the hospital then even defended me. It was later that my family found out that I had been arrested and they couldn’t bail me. I was sentenced to life imprisonment after several visits to the court and that is how my journey in the prison started not until one day, I met Caden in the prison. I shook my head slowly and I jerked out of that thought.

And oftentimes, some prisoners died inside their cells because of their jailmates' violence. For a pampered rich man like Mathew, this kind of living for the rest of his life was a hellish nightmare that he wish to be awaken up to. Not only that, but the people who were implicated because of Michael sent their people to the prison and secretly teach Mathew a lesson. There was not a day where Mathew sleep comfortably without pain inside the cell. He could not bail out, he would spend the rest of his life living like this. When Michael visited him to see what he looked like, the dirty and beat-up Mathew had lost his confidence and pride long ago. He immediately went to his knees and beg Michae