Prison Pen Pals Novels & Stories

Looking around the penitentiary center, Maria Fernanda couldn’t believe that in about 45 minutes those cells were going to be filled with innocent and guilty people. The guards were already there, taking their positions to serve in that new center. Maria Fernanda walking around, with two guards by her side, was writing down the suggestions she was making to make it work better.

it was quite easy to be bored out of my mind. Fast forward to a couple of hours, and I met with a friend…or rather, a fellow inmate from before I was transferred to an actual prison and not a police station. Carl. And after catching up, I realised he was trying to pursue his dreams as well, so we agreed to meet up for drinks at the library. But something came up before we could spend more than fifteen minutes together, so I hugged him goodbye with a wide smile. But before I could properly send him off, I heard a screech;

Kathy asked. “I want a woman, I have needs.” “We don’t do conjugal visits here, you know that. And if we did allow it, we don’t provide sexual partners.” “I can find a woman, I get a hundred fan letters a week. You wouldn’t believe what these women are willing to do.” “No, actually I can, I’ve been in the prison business for thirty years. I know what these women are like, believe me. I’ve seen it.” “Then let me have one, or two. Give me the chance to fulfill their fantasy, and let me get off once and a while.”

"We are ready to get out of this disgusting place." The news hit them all at once; they didn't expect that kind of information. The dream of someday getting out of prison was one that all three teenagers shared, life was hard behind the thick bars, and it was even harder if you were there unfairly. The three boys could only imagine five percent of what the world was like and the freedom of living in it. "It's impossible to get out of here, Jack," Annette's dry voice brought everyone back to reality. "It's not," he affirmed "this time, it's going to work," and he assured with a slight smile.

The monsters hiding inside my head doesn’t bother me when I’m with someone. I was led to an unfamiliar hallway by two officers: one walking at my back and the other in my vanguard. I rounded my head to memorize every nook and cranny of the place. Housing security risk prisoners, there was no available map of the second and third levels of the prison. It was up to me to make up a mental drawing in my brain.

Larry froze: "I don't want it, and I can't take it, it's against the rules." "Don't you want to join the team?" Alex tilted her head and looked at Larry. "How can we withhold all these stuff, what about the prisoners?" Larry argued: "This is a big injustice in this prison, it is to be suspended and investigated." "You don't have a way out now." "Don’t I?" Larry said. "Really? Look, what is this?" Alex handed a laptop to Larry. When he opened it, there was a video of a man and woman entwined, both of them without clothes on.

Just this thought alone brings me a headache. “Start transferring the prisoners that are facing the smallest of minor charges to their respectful prisons as well as those who are to be relocated to the outer Provinces.” Tucking the sheets of paper he gave me into a file folder, I place it into a drawer of my desk before taking out another one. This one labelled Lady Pricilla’s Prison for Troubled Women. A few days ago I had sent Alice dressed as a wealthy Lady looking to sponsor the prison with Alec and Adam, the latter happy to be on a recon mission while Ellisia had a few days off, to learn information of the prison. I also sent two of the Shadow Guards with her knowing this would be the o

Bianca said in a low voice and waited until the boy had disappeared from behind the Manor where there was a back gate entrance that would lead him out undetected. "Thank you..." she found herself whispering to herself. ⚡⚡⚡ Easter was turning out to be a fine day for the people of Atlanta and in particular, for the inmates of the Atlanta Maximum Penitentiary, which was established in 1980, just forty-three years after the creation of its main partner, the Georgia State Prison. One year in prison for a one inmate Kristina Jokovic had certainly changed her perspective, allowing her to acquire a second glance at the other side of the world—a world she had hated from the time she had joined the a

The rain had stopped by the time we returned home and the house smelled like rosemary and burnt sugar. I told Matteo I was afraid that peace would make me soft then he said, “Soft doesn’t mean weak. It just means you survived long enough to stop clenching your fists.” Ididn’t respond but I didn’t disagree. Elias got a penpal,through school. A girl in Ireland,she loved foxes and hated soup. He wrote to her once every week and asked questions like “What does silence sound like where you are?” And she responded with poem which he taped one to the fridge.

"Okay! Don't forget to eat the fruit when you come back!" I locked the bathroom door behind me, sat down on the toilet, and kept reading Linda's post. Maybe it was because the title was outrageous enough—within minutes, the post had hundreds of replies. [Appless: Oh my god, that person is actually your friend???] [CATTIY: This is sick! Your friend got a great job AND writes novels and instead of being happy for her you want to stab her in the back? You're going to hell. God doesn't bless people like you.]