The Inmate Book Novels & Stories

"Finally home!" Cela said to herself as soon as she stepped inside her apartment. It's still bare but already messy. Papers are everywhere and trash cans are full of empty soda bottles, instant noodle bowls, and take out containers. The evidence of working almost non-stop prior to the release of the second book are still inside the house. She couldn't even find time to take them out.

I was now inmate No 5523. Another guard walked towards me and she held my hands. "Follow me." she said. We walked down a long corridor and we stopped in front of Cell 114. She put a key into the lock and the door opened automatically. "This is your home for now." She said and gestured for me to enter inside. I stepped inside, and the door was slammed shut in my face. Taking a look around at the cell, I guess it could have been worse. At least it was clean. There was a very small cot in the room and a small sink. On the cot, was a small bible. I took the dusty bible and blew on it. When I opened it, it landed on the boo of Thessalonians.

•ISOLDE• Kate had already left for the day, so I sat alone in my office and looked at the copy of the transport authorization I had signed. I didn't know why I had kept the copy. I usually filed everything immediately and moved on. But something about it made me pause before I could put it away. I set it flat on the desk and read through it again. The request was straightforward on paper. Donation packages for an inmate at Hartfield Correctional. Clothing, books, hygiene products. His brother's details.

The corridors were filled with other inmates being marched to different areas, some crying, some moaning, many already being fucked against the walls as “punishment.” The Mess Hall was a large open room with long tables. Inmates ate while guards patrolled, occasionally pulling someone under the table to suck cock while they continued their meal. I was pushed into line. A beautiful red-haired inmate with a similar harness whispered to me as we waited for our trays. “You’re the new one, right? 069?” she asked quietly. “I’m 247. Listen… don’t trust the Wardens. There’s a resistance forming in Block C. We’re trying to…”

As much as she tried to ignore, she couldn't help but move towards the restroom she assumed they would be in. She pulled the door open forcefully to see three inmates who had a shocked expression on their faces. She could tell they were obviously scared thinking it was a warden. Seeing it was a fellow inmate, they hissed loudly and waved their hands at her. "Fuçk off. Can't you see we're busy?" A chubby lady with a tattoo on her upper right arm said. She looks like a lady in her late sixties. Althea was not the kind to bug into peoples matters but this was a different case. It's against the State precinct for inmates to smoke or involve themselves in drugs.

CASSANDRA Waking up in prison is never sweet. The pale light barely filters through the small high window, but the morning noises hit me like blows: slamming doors, creaking chains, the screams of the guards and the mocking laughter of the inmates. Each sound is a sonic slap, a declaration: you no longer exist here, Cassandra. I try to sit up, but a hand violently pushes me aside, causing me to lose my balance. — Hey! hisses a high-pitched voice, that of the smallest inmate I had encountered the day before.

I belonged to him. And now? Now I was nothing. Worse than nothing. Just another warm body in an overcrowded, reeking prison. A number. A lost cause. Not even treated like a person—more like a chew toy tossed into a den of starving dogs. I wasn't just another inmate. I’d become a bitch. Their bitch. Skull's bitch. Voss did this.

One hour of recreation in a small, fenced yard by himself. The first three days were the worst. The silence was oppressive. His thoughts became his only company, and they weren't good company. He thought about Roman, about Thomas Crest still out there, planning God knew what. He thought about Ava and Ethan, about the family he'd tried to destroy. He thought about all the choices that had led him here. On the fourth day, a guard brought him a package. "Arrived for you this morning. Already been inspected." It was from Roman. Inside were books—real books, not prison library books. Novels, biographies, even a philosophy text. And a letter:

Next Tuesday I'd surely be moved out of the maximum security section, into minimum security. I'd just finished a meal, served in my locked cell on an insulated plastic tray, where two inmates came to the door. "Hey Venessa, it's me Emily and this is my friend Kelly. You don't seem happy but this will cheer you up a bit." Emily handed me the notes, which read; The Man I Am If you would ever want to spend your life with a man like me, then you deserve to know the man I am.

Drunk on his flattery, Tawnie lost all clarity and completely forgot her duties as a doctor. In the end, she harmed both others and herself. Matthew was ultimately sentenced to ten years in prison. Having no valid medical license, he had no qualification to perform surgeries. His practice was illegal. I had never looked down on him, only merely stating facts. Tawnie was sentenced to three years in prison. Our marriage came to an end. After everything had finally settled, Tawnie asked to see me. I hadn’t initially agreed, but she insisted it concerned Bethany. Only then did I agree to see her one last time.