Prison Pen Pals Novels & Stories

I almost fell from my bed and rubbed my eyes to see whether I was dreaming or not. It was still early. Of course, I was dreaming. This couldn’t be real. I reached beside me to turn on my lamp before I took another look at my phone. No matter how many times I read the message, it was still there. That Marvin guy from the pen pal program had really sent me something in return. I had forgotten all about him, and two weeks had already passed. “What!” I gasped as I read through the message for what would’ve been the fifth time. This was the first time I interacted with someone in prison, and I could hardly believe it. “What the fuck.”

Only those sentenced for non-violent crimes, who were first offenders and had good records both in prison and out, and who were screened by their counselors and Pastor John, were chosen as participants. Still, this isn't something I'd typically be brave enough to do. At twenty-four I'm still a virgin. I've never had a boyfriend and don't have any male friends. In fact, outside of my church, I don't really have any friends at all. Talking to people I don't know gives me too much anxiety. I feel awkward and never know what to say. Outside of my job as a librarian and my interactions at church, I rarely have the courage to talk to anyone. So when Pastor John approached me to encourage me to try

My name is Riley, and today is the day Roman gets out. I have been counting down for three years, two months, and fourteen days—ever since the judge’s gavel fell and they took him away in chains for a crime he swears he didn’t commit. Armed robbery. Ten years reduced to four with good behavior and a letter-writing campaign led by an eighteen-year-old girl who barely knew what she was doing. Me. It started with a school project—write to a prisoner, learn about the justice system. I picked his name off a list because his mugshot looked sad, not scary. Dark hair, sharp jaw, eyes that stared straight into the camera like he was daring the world to blink first.

In the end, with all the evidence stacked against them, they were both sent to prison. The next time I saw them was ten years later. At first, I didn't recognize them—it was Jonathan, now holding our child, who pointed them out. He nudged me to look down the mountain trail. Curious, I turned and saw Harold, aged and hunched over, sweeping the streets. Beside him, helping collect trash, was a white-haired woman—Jasmine. In just a few years, they had aged so much. But seeing them now, I felt nothing.

“How sketchy?” “The back of the van’s basically a metal cage welded to the interior frame with a couple steel benches on either side. The two prisoners already in it look like they haven’t bathed in a week and they’ve been using a metal urinal connected to a drainage tub. Probably for the same amount of time.” Pinching the bridge of his nose, Shepard cursed again. “Extradition’s a state responsibility and most of them contract with these kinds of services. Does it at least look like they can’t get out of the cage?”

“Bronx, what if the red-eyed woman is a prisoner, too? What if she wasn’t allowed to talk to me, so she had to send that message in my head?” “Well, typically prisoners aren't allowed to be around other prisoners, unless they have developed Stockholm Syndrome. Then the captors would want them to convince the newer prisoner to stay and become a sympathiser too.” She looks at me with a little shock on her face. “H-how do you know that?” “Ahh, don’t worry about it,” I brush off her question. I don’t need her to know that Milo and Reggie deal with those sorts of sorts of things all the time in their covert ops division of MasonCo.

Jessie had never even thought about liking girls. "We can be friends, but nothing more," Jessie said seriously. Lucy began laughing. Shirley and Rachel started laughing too. "Fine, friends it is," Rachel said while dragging out her tone playfully. Jessie thought to herself, 'Times really have changed.' Back before she went to prison, girls wouldn't even talk about things like this openly. After tidying up her bed, Jessie set up her laptop and turned it on. Suddenly, she felt bored.

Jenny gestured with her hands and Mary gave an overlook feeling sorry for her yet again. Then Jenny asked, “There is no other pain that could bring me anything more than what I'm already in. I don't care about my appearance, how I smell like, what I take into my body even if it's poo, I don't care.” Jenny knew this was the lowest time of her life, she was serving life imprisonment without parole, there's nothing she was looking forward to. She saw some inmates who got about 10-25 years, joining societies like a church group where the pastor often comes at least twice a week, she wasn't religious neither did she even see any essence for that. As a matter of fact, she felt second hand- embarra

They were all that I have ever known. I paused for a moment, considering a small photo frame on my nightstand. It was a picture of me, Lillie, and Elena during one of our adventures. It was the last one that we took together with our families, knowing about our friendship. I never understood what changed so much with all our families. They used to be fine with us being friends when we were kids, but the older we got, the more they kept us apart, telling us that we were too different and our kinds should never mix. I remember the first time they tried to keep us apart. I was only 12, and I was so excited to be going to see them, but as I walked out into the dining room to tell my parents wher

“Good luck diamond “Larib kissed her cheek and said .... “Thanks good luck to you .......” She hugged her too and then they both moved towards their destination ... and today this destination was terrifying in one's world.... 🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺 Central Prison is one of the most dangerous, cruel, and insensitive prisons in the world. She was soon sitting in front of her uncle. .. “So this time your professor has sent you on an assignment ... you have a student pass, it means there is an assignment ... you didn't come to take my interview ... my ears are open, start ..?”