Prison Pen Pals Novels & Stories

"Someone wants to see you." Puspa turned to her four cellmates, who were all staring at her. She looked back at the guard, then pointed to herself. "Me?" The female guard nodded, then unlocked the cell before opening the door. Puspa approached the guard and complied when her hands were handcuffed. While in prison, Puspa had not been tortured or mistreated. Her cellmates actually felt sorry for her, because at her age, she had to spend the rest of her life in prison.

Every week without fail, he sat at a small metal desk in the common area and wrote letters to Irene. At first, they were short and hesitant, simple notes asking how she was doing and offering awkward apologies that never quite captured the depth of his regret. Over time, however, the words began to flow more freely. He described the monotonous days: early mornings in the prison yard, the library hours where he read everything from philosophy to self-help books, and the small circle of unlikely friends he had made among the other inmates. Some were men serving time for white-collar crimes, others carried heavier burdens, but they all shared stories that made Sebastian reflect on his own choic

A chill ran through me as I remembered how my sisters were always out from dawn till dusk, coming home reeking of blood, griping about running into the cops again. I thought of the news, day after day, cycling stories of criminals being rounded up and thrown into prison. I couldn't drag them into this. Lifting my head, I tried to plead with him one last time. "Ms. Greco, my sisters are all working out of state—like, really far. There's no way they can come. Can I just write an apology letter, say I'm sorry, or take detention instead? Just please don't call them, okay?"

Six months later, the verdicts were handed down. Lilith received four years in prison, while Evander was sentenced to six years. The neighbor who had accepted money to provide false testimony was detained and fined. His son's gambling debts became public knowledge throughout the entire pack. The day Iris delivered her pup, our entire family crowded the hallway in the healer's den. The healer emerged with a tiny, wrinkled pup. "It's a very healthy little pup." Standing beside her, I gently cradled the newborn in my arms. "Welcome to the world."

"Jade, Dad couldn't protect you in the past. But now that Dad is back, it's impossible for those disreputable things to bully you anymore." He suddenly stood up and said, "Victoria and her daughter, I will take care of you. As for Nathan, I will take everything away from him, and then you can take revenge however you want." Thea, “..." "Oh." Prison. The prisoners received education in the library. For these highly intelligent criminals, most of the books they read were literature books that cleanse the soul or economics books related to their interests. Only No. 13, he sat gracefully in a wheelchair, with a psychology book resting on his lap.

With hesitation, I swiped along the screen before bringing my phone up close to my ear. "You have been contacted by an inmate at San Quentin State Prison by the name of Richard Parker. Press 1 to accept the charges." The automated voice was haunting to me, especially given the fact that it was provided by a place I'd only heard nightmares about. San Quentin was infamous for housing some of the worst criminals in the US, given that most of my knowledge on it had been derived from shows I'd watch, telling of a much worse prison than you could imagine.

But even as we celebrated our successes, I knew that there was still so much work to be done. One day, as I was flipping through my email inbox, I came across a message that caught my attention. It was from a woman named Rachel, who had recently been released from prison and was struggling to find her footing. She had heard about Second Chance and was reaching out for help. I responded to her email and we set up a time to talk on the phone. As we chatted, I could sense the fear and uncertainty in her voice. She had spent years in prison, and now that she was out, she didn't know where to turn or who to trust.

I've been getting along with my cellmates even though there always come a time of rift and heated arguments between us, but I've come to realized they weren't as bad as I pictured them to be after all. They've been to my rescue whenever I was getting bullied by the other inmates during the training ground or while eating, they've been there to act like friends. I couldn't believe I was making friends while in prison. Fuck it! “Where are we going?” I decided to ask one of them who was beside me. “I think they are taking us to the trial ground to train,” He replied solemnly. I chuckled and said, “They train while in prison? These corps are just hilarious!”

I know I will make it. I spend most of my free hours in the prison just sleeping. I had not made friends yet in prison, that is why I preferred being alone. The only people I knew were my cellmates, but I was not close with them. They talked less with me each time I tried getting close to them. That is why I promised myself that I will be enjoying my own company.