Poems Of Prison Novels & Stories

If that were the case, this place might not only trap her and Alpha Levi but there might be others as well. In Arista's memories, she had never heard her master mention activating the Tunderman Tower. This sealing business had been going on since she experienced it. Therefore, if other sealed beings were inside the tower, they must have been imprisoned here from ancient times. It would be impossible for the inmates here to be weaklings. The Tunderman Tower has nine floors, and there may be more than just one or two individuals imprisoned there. If that Alpha Levi had a little courage, he could release all those inmates and maybe even have the ability to detonate the tower.

He was the one she'd never met, but who had taught her to code. If it hadn't been for him, her days in prison would've been unbearable. After she completed her first project successfully, her status in the prison had improved. No one dared to bully her without reason anymore. As time went on, the more projects she worked on, the better her living conditions got. She wasn't stuck doing meaningless, repetitive work anymore. She actually had purpose, and time started to feel real again. After lunch, Jessie returned to the courtyard home. Wilson was standing at the gate, glancing around. When he saw her step out of a cab, he sighed in relief. "Was the food out there as good as what we have at ho

The atmosphere in the prison was thick with despair, the heavy air suffused with the stench of hopelessness. Lucas could feel the biting chill of the chains that bound his wrists, a constant weight dragging him down in the confines of his cell. His body ached with the wounds of battle, but it was the ache in his heart that weighed him down the most.

Most of the of the people in the cells are mostly innocent people who Sinclair have put here for not helping his course or finding out about his plans, But over the course of the time I've been here and Adonis became King he has released a lot of people, It wasn't a big prison anyway, we are about 50 inmates here, Life here has taught me a lot about life and making the right decisions at the appropriate time mostly as a man. Me and Rissa are seated on the table after waiting in line to collect our food from the prison cook. When we sat on the steel tables, Rissa bent her head down looking at her food and shook her head, She raised her head back up, “I'm fucking tired of this shit.” She moane

~Serena~ Prison wasn’t new to me. Stranded on the cold ground, locked in isolation. I’d been captured and tortured more times than my fingers can count, and I survived all of them, yet this was probably the only prison I can’t escape. My oblivion.

After all, everyone knows what happens to abusers in prison. Then I was here, in this stinking, ugly, foul place, locked in a cage like I was some animal, isolated from everything, from everyone. They said I would be here for a few days. They call it adaptation, but I couldn't believe anyone could adapt to this, that anyone could adapt to bars, restricted freedom, this slop they gave me to eat. No, adapting was impossible.

A woman, her beauty tarnished by the ravages of time and hardship, stood behind the rusty bars of her prison cell, her eyes pleading with a figure shrouded in darkness. Her tattered clothes hung loosely from her slender frame, a testament to the hardships she had endured. As she spoke, her voice cracked with emotion, her words tumbling out in a desperate bid for freedom. "For how long do you wish to keep me locked in here? Haven't I suffered enough? How much do you wish to punish me for a single mistake?" The mystery man remained statue-still, his face hidden in the shadows, his presence marked only by the faint sound of his breathing. The woman's eyes strained to penetrate the darkness, sen

“Your inability to distinguish right from wrong is itself a form of irresponsibility toward patients. “Who’s to say you won’t be the next Tawnie Lowe?” Three years later, I had become a renowned expert in the field. Meanwhile, Tawnie made headlines again. She was dead. She died that very night she was released from prison, stabbed to death by Matthew’s family. He had been the only university graduate in his family. Yet, fresh out of school and just starting his internship, he was sent behind bars. His family was consumed by hatred for Tawnie for ruining their precious son.

-LIANA- The clang of metal buckets jolted me awake, echoing like gunshots in the hollow belly of the prison. Older inmates barked curses, younger ones whimpered. Somewhere, fists collided with flesh. The symphony of hell. I lay still, staring at cracks in the ceiling, my body one large bruise. Hunger gnawed at me, my throat dry. Slowly, I pushed myself upright, clutching the frame of the bunk for support.

“Honestly, I'm glad I did it. I feel so happy. Just as Kavrian found his home in hockey, I think I have found mine too.” “Yeah yeah. You just have to input Kavrian in this.” She teased and I laughed. “Oh don't start. Let's just eat.” Cressida POV In the prison, my lungs burned as I inhaled the poison in the air, poison meant to keep me weak. My legs and hands were chained to a wall, and my mouth tasted like death. It was dark, with just a torch hung on the ceiling as a source of light. I couldn't smell or feel anything because of the poison in the air.