My Life In Prison Novels & Stories

" The day I was sentenced, Zoey publicly announced her support for Ronald as the heir to the Goldman family. From that moment on, I had nothing left. For three years in prison, I slept beside the toilets. They shoved my head into toilet water and forced me to drink it. The inmates beat me, humiliated me, treated me worse than an animal. To survive, I fought my way through with my fists. The only thing keeping me alive was the hope that one day I could leave prison and buy back my parents' old mansion. The day I got out, I hid myself in an underground fighting ring like a rat crawling out of the gutter, living numbingly from match to match. That one million dollars would have brought me one s

Tony asked as he looked at me once he finished his story "Oh me? I grew up in a wonderful household, sadly my family ending up dying and leaving me behind, so now I live with my best friend and I'm hoping to move forward with my life," I replied, lying straight through my teeth knowing I couldn't give Tony the truth what so ever, "Sounds like you had it rough too," Tony said as he scooted in closer to me, "Yeah, I guess I did have to a little rough," I replied scootching away from Tony as he got closer and closer to me on the bed. Tony had me trapped against the wall at the head of the bed,

My pinky never fully healed, but it didn't bother me anymore. I married Julian, and by our second year together, we had our daughter. I bought the old company back. After all, it was something I'd fought so hard for. That dark chapter of my life no longer had the power to hold me down anymore. Then, one day, I got a call saying Joanna had been caught. I hurried to the police station, and they showed me a video. Henry was tortured so badly that he was almost unrecognizable, but the date stamp showed it wasn't from this year.

But none of that has ever happened to me. For me, I had the most unfortunate life. Not being able to communicate with other people and have friends, just like in the books I've read. Not being able to see what's life outside, what is Vamparia, and everything. Just like what I've said, my life is like a prisoner, that's how my life is. And I even think that a prisoner's life is more fortunate than mine. For at least, a prisoner had a life even before they got imprisoned, but me, I was born locked in this place.

And they had. I returned to my cell. Dinner was served at 5 PM. Mystery meat. Watery vegetables. Stale bread. I didn't eat it. Just sat on the thin mattress. Staring at the concrete wall. Thinking about my life. My choices. My empire. All gone. I'd been Claire Hoss. Powerful. Feared. Respected. Now I was inmate 847392. Murderer. Criminal. Monster. Facing life in prison. All the people I'd destroyed, Elena, Mabel, countless others, finally getting justice.

she said and shifted until she faced him. “I’m almost twenty-six and I spent five years in prison for a murder I didn’t commit. I was released and compensated for the time I served. I don’t have a normal job because I invested my compensation package and I live off the interest I earn. I don’t speak to my family because they disowned me from the moment I got sentenced. They didn’t believe me when I said I was innocent. Now I just live my life. Five years in a maximum security prison is no joke. I was attacked a few times and a man named Rancid saved my life. He was a Road Warrior, and he died six months before I was released. I felt like I owed them a debt for Rancid looking out for me, and

“one of them died.” “I did not want to kill him. I don’t know how or why he died. I was horrified. So I did not even resist and surrendered to the police and did not fight back in court. Got sentenced to ten years in prison. I came out last month. I am lost since. I have no place to go. The money I earned from prison is also about to finish. I was in charge of cooking in prison. Everybody loved what I made.” “But aren’t prison food just simple dishes?”

Kelly I cannot believe that after all the crimes Sherly committed I'm still the one jailed. How do I escape this hell hole of a prison, this is not what I wanted for myself this was never the life I wanted and most of all I didn't choose this part all of this happened because of Sherly, she made me this way and once again I'm here serving the punishment she was supposed to serve and she's out there walking and living freely only for knows what her next plan is

Maybe. But me? I’m still here. Counting the days till I can stretch my legs, light that first cigarette, and find out if the streets still remember my name. And when I’m out… I’m not just walking free. I’m coming back to life. Word travels fast in here. You wouldn’t think so — with all the concrete, steel bars, and guards breathing down our necks — but in prison, news slips through cracks faster than light. And lately… the whispers have been different. They’re not about gang beef or contraband smuggled in laundry carts. No.

he raises an eyebrow in my direction and sighs at my silence, “you seem to have made your life revolve around CF and forget that there is a world beyond the walls of your room” “I had no choice at birth,” I exclaim with exaggerated annoyance and get up abruptly from the chair, causing it to fall but no matter, “you think it's so easy to go out into the world and put my best face forward! No, you don't, you are in good health, while I remain with stupid cannulas in my nose because my lungs are unable to create more oxygen, day by day I think about death and I come face to face with it when I see myself in the mirror” My nostrils are dilated, my breathing accelerated by rage and tears flood my