Orange Is The New Black Real Life Novels & Stories

Oh, how sad! "Inmate, turn around and put your hands behind your back here on the bars." A rude little woman, dressed in that horrible guard uniform, appeared at the cell door. I don't know who came up with the idea that black is slimming - that woman looked like a rolled-up mattress dressed in black. "Why? Is someone here to see me?" I asked without lowering my head. I didn't lower my head for anyone.

“I get that, but once we do feed on her, we will have to move onto another town. We can’t keep coming back here.” “What did you do before you went to prison? Did you find your meals at the supermarket? No, you had to go find new ones each day.” “And that’s how I ended up in prison,” Rancid said. “I finally got caught. If you think about it, I was actually better off in prison. I had three hots and a cot as they say.”

“I've got your lunch here, you should eat it while it's hot, nobody likes cold burgers unless you're a prisoner.” “Although I'm not sure what prisoners eat, I've never even visited one, talk less of staying there.” “Ugh, I just shivered thinking about it, Orange is so not my colour.” I smile to myself, she's just like a fairy, so cute and has the ability of a powerhouse. I take one last look at myself, Satisfied that I no longer look like a woman that was ravaged on an office desk, I smile and leave the bathroom closing the door with a flick of my hand. “Cold burger in prison, that's a little too much don't you think?”

She wondered before following the guard to the visitation hall in her Orange prison uniform. It took her time to get used to the Orange uniform considering orange was her most hated colour. It wasn’t the shame of being an inmate that so much as made her hate the colour; she had been in 3 different prisons and 3 different uniforms, so she was used to being a convict, but the memories it awakened. “There…” the bald guard pointed, raising her fingers at a woman seated at the opposite end of the hall, shielded by glass barriers. “Who-who is she?” Ava asked immediately, failing to recognize not the woman but why she would visit.

“Oh, it’ll be the party of the year. It’s going to be her debut in the illegal business.” Illegal, huh? Orianne placed her cup of tea down and started eating the ice cream. It was cold, the good kind of cold and sweet. She’d been living in this so-called illegal world for many years now that she doesn’t seem to care the existence of the words ‘right’ and ‘just’. It was cold, the bad kind of cold and definitely not sweet. “You’re done packing up?”, she instead asked, diverting the topic. “Uh-huh.”

She did not even know what she was being sorry for, but she felt she just needed to pacify them. The inmates smiled evilly; they were enjoying the result of their torture. As they opened their mouth to speak, their breaths stunk, and it made Ciara almost throw up. Ciara had never really heard much about the prison lifestyle, so she did not exactly know what to expect, but she certainly was not expecting to be bullied on her very first day by two smelly grown women who seemed like they had already spent their entire life in the cell. Unfortunately, they were the inmates that Ciara had been paired with. Ciara realized that she was either dead already, or she would be dead before the next day.

(Old Marlo) “Y..yeah…”.(Ronny) Ronny stuttering is because it was true, live here in the Riverside Prison is actually moire comfortable that their lives before, as they have soft bed to sleep on and foods 3 times a day that is much more filling and delicious than they have ever tasted in all their life. Funny enough even when they were serving in the Baron army, even back then they were not treated with such luxury when they are much more deserved to be treated so, instead in Aeternum that they were treated with respect and dignity.

My jewelry, shoes, clothes, and phone. Oh God! Not my phone. I am given a different uniform to wear, and I pout at the color. “I really hate orange. Do you perhaps have brown or sky blue? I think it goes better with my skin,” I tell a correctional officer, and I just get ignored. One other male prisoner snarls at me, "You must still think you have a choice." Not like I asked for his opinion. “Fine! I’ll manage it,” I retort.

The sunlight hit hard after so many days inside. A transport van waited. They loaded me in and drove without explanation. The new prison sat underground. Locked doors led to a wing filled with women. Each cell held a dozen bodies, bars sealing one side. They placed me in the last cell. The others looked up, curious. No one seemed to know who I was. The guard removed my cuffs and left. “What did you do?” an older woman asked. Gray streaked her dark hair. Scars lined her arms. “Oh, that’s her,” another said. Younger. Sharp-eyed. “The one who tricked the Alphas into bonding with her.”

Even that option was off the table. The rest of the minutes went by quickly, there were a couple of fights here and there. Nothing untypical. Today was going to be a boring day, he mused. He wouldn’t be taken to the courtroom, he wouldn’t be able to peer out the small window to see the busy streets and the people walking by purposefully. It was hard to imagine that he was once like them. That he had a life outside these walls. Today he was stuck wearing the damned ill-fitting orange scrubs, a hair net, and doing a long row of dishes. He was just tying his apron when a small, wiry inmate called out to him. “Hey man”