My Life In Prison Novels & Stories

Just one little window with bars, up too high to get to. My cellmate was a lifer and fittingly he went by the name Marcus. In for killing three people during a failed robbery. He had been here 15 years, would die here. "What are you in for?" he asked the first night. "Everything." He laughed, a laughter devoid of humor. “Well ain’t that the truth for all of us.” I rested on the thin mattress and did my best not to think of Celine. Over her face through the plexiglass, streaming tears. About the life we practically had.

On my birthday, my acceptance letter from Mar University finally arrived. Mom even did something completely out of character: she ordered my favorite strawberry cake. For a moment, I thought my parents had finally remembered that today wasn’t just the day for my brother’s medical checkup—it was my birthday, too. However, right after I blew out the candles, Mom pulled out my brother’s acceptance letter from a local community college. “Mason, your brother didn’t do well in his SATs, so he’ll only be able to get into a community college,” she said. “His health is poor, and he can’t handle the stress of retaking the SATs.” Dad cleared his throat, assuming his usual stance as the head of t

"Impressive. So found any Job yet?" "Nope. But sent a few applications to some companies" "I could have helped but you_" "Come on Man. No worries." Kay sighed. He gulped in some water "You know, I used to think that the world was just a bed of roses, but Bro, when I got to Jail, I changed that mentality. Life dealt with me. I felt like i was the most hated prisoner. Some times, i felt like escaping from jail or worse commiting sucide" he smiled at the stupid thought he used to have "But when gave my life to Christ, I began seeing positive changes in my life. Life became really sweet and for a moment I thanked God that I was caught. Cause if I wasn't arrested I won't be the changed man I am"

"I'm okay. Just surface stuff." He caught my hand, voice rough. "I should've found you sooner." "It's not too late." I leaned into his shoulder. "This time, we found each other." In my past life, after they locked me up, it was nothing but pain. Following Simon's orders, the inmates used cold tools to destroy my uterus. When the prison doctor told me I'd never have kids, I didn't cry—I was already empty. Then chaos exploded outside. "Mr. Johnston! You can't go in!"

"Home is where you are loved the most and act the worst." ~Marjorie Pay Hinckley "Anna?" Eli's voice calls to me after I become blank for a moment thinking about what my prison cell would look like and how I would feel about my cell mate while in there because I am sure that's where I was going to find myself in the morning. The stories I heard of prison life weren't nice, at least that was why Ade vowed never to go back there again.

Sure, life had been cruel to me, but at least I hadn’t grown up in the unforgiving bars of a prison. “Hard?” he snorted, shaking his head. “Not at all. Growing up in prison shaped me. Hell, it saved me. If my mom hadn’t made that deal, I’d probably have ended up in some shitty foster home. Instead, I got life lessons from inmates. Had my first kill in there, too.” My eyes widened. “That’s... insane,” I said, hugging myself instinctively.

"It's all her fault! She's nothing but a scrooge! She's been stingy and biased against us since we were little! She never taught me anything! "She's the one who forced me to do this! It's all her fault!" The judge sentenced him to death, and the sentence was to be carried out immediately. As soon as the verdict was announced, Mom's eyes rolled back, and she fainted straight in the audience. When she woke up again, she realized that she had lost everything. As it turned out, Austin had secretly mortgaged the apartment to take out loans at exorbitant interest rates. And so, the debt collection company, armed with a legal court order, forcibly seized the apartment.

" I caught the bewildered looks from the Harris family as I fished out my new ID from my pocket. "Whitney Shaw?" James uttered the name he saw. "You've changed your name?" "Exactly. I'm not Emma. I'm Whitney. Five years back, I got into a car crash. When I came to, I was trapped in Emma's body." "I watched her suffer at your hands, especially yours," I added, glaring at Chester with an icy stare. "You're the nastiest kid I've ever met." Chester flinched. I did not care to comfort him and pressed on. "For two years, I endured. Then one day, Emma whispered to me, 'Whitney, I can't take it anymore. Take over for me, will you? Look after them for three years?'

It's not that I'm not used to hate, but because everyone believes anything they see on the internet, even if it's not the truth of the whole story. I sat down on the cold floor lifelessly. Staring at my screen. Is this the start of my downfall? Twelve years of my hard work… and this is what I get in return?

he asks. “Under construction.” “You are funny. I know you are bored. That is why you made this account.” “You are right. I just need someone to talk to.” “Can I have your phone number?” “No. I am in prison.” “Federal or state prison?” “Mayor's prison.” I answer. “What did you do?” “Having sexy boobs?” “Those are natural gifts. How is that a crime?” “I got the wrong judge.” “Then I need to ask for a retrial.”