The Prison Project Novels & Stories

"What is this story that you would never help anyone? You've always helped me. Every day I got to this prison without the slightest desire to enter. He helped his friend create some plans for the future. He helped the prison kitchen with his culinary skills. And she helped a sex worker to think that there is still a world out there, if she wants to find it. And even if you can't help financially, you made her open up and understand her own problems. That was very noble, Pablo. No other man would think the same way. And you're amazing for thinking like that. Please do not feel less than necessary. You are wonderful and I hope the world knows that. I'll look for the woman. Talk to the director

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

It had edges now, sharp enough to cut locks. He listened to the prison breathe around him: the coughs, the whispers, the sudden screams that ended in thuds. Somewhere a man was singing O Sole Mio off-key. Somewhere else, someone was being raped against a radiator. Regina Coeli, the most secure prison in Italy. Vito closed his eyes and began to map it in the dark, every corridor, every blind corner, every guard’s tired heartbeat. Freedom wasn’t a dream anymore. It was a plan.

I made arrangements with her parents and mine to help her out, gave her and Chad a big kiss, and left. I wasn't lying about the overtime. They were so far behind they were happy to let us work seven days a week. It was a new minimum-security prison and the cells were built to look more like dormitories. The only difference was there was no kitchen and the cells were eight-by-eight and each had a sink and toilet. It was a plumbing nightmare. Our responsibility was siding and roofing. They were the biggest buildings I'd ever sided, and we managed to get two sided and roofed a week. There was only six left to do when we got there, so by the last week we were looking for something to do. Bobby r

Dante didn't say anything to Cain, but kept watching him mess with his food while the other two laughed. "Is this the benefit of being a prison boss? Looks like I'll be taking that title from you, boy," Cain mocked, licking the sauce from his hand, dumping the messy plate back on the table. His repulsive act was seen by other inmates and fellow cops. But no one wanted to get involved. Even Meera got irritated by this and came up to me, grabbing my arm to get me to act. "Why aren't you doing anything? Stop that lunatic!" She said, looking back at Cain then at me.

RPOV Songs: Should Have Known Better by Sufjan Stevens, The Ghost Inside by Broken Bells, Sweet Disposition by The Temper Trap It had been two full weeks and I was nowhere near being closer to escaping my luxurious prison. It was probably a little harsh calling it a prison since it was far more lavish than any palace I could remember—little less a jail cell—but my stuck up captors were refusing to let me leave. They insisted it was for the best right now and that when the time came they would personally escort me home, but how could I trust a group of people I had never met and knew absolutely nothing about?

After spending time arranging all that, I went to the bathroom to freshen up, I was changing and I could feel it slowly. I went under the shower and put on the shower to cleanse my body and it helped bring down my throbbing Heart. After freshening up I wore a pair of shorts and shirt and went straight to my bed and laid on it, and slowly my eyes became weak and I slowly slept off. Lucy’s pov. “Elliot, is Dominic not acting straight?” I asked him. Because it’s not adding up at all. “I don’t know what you mean Lucy,” Elliot says. “It’s weird how that prisoner is being treated, she is not treated as a prisoner properly,Elliot” I said to him while using my right hand to mess up with my hair.

"You should look into what happened to Rosabella in prison." "What happened?" "That's where this divorce really started." Mia took her phone back and turned to leave. "Wait!" I stopped her. "What exactly happened to her in prison?" Mia paused and looked back at me. "Broken bones, a ruptured spleen, thirteen knife scars," Mia’s voice was cold. "And PTSD, malnutrition, chronic insomnia." Every word was a bullet to my heart. "How… how is that possible? I paid people off…" "Paid them off?" Mia sneered. "Who did you pay? The Rossi family?"

Third person pov: The Council’s high-security prison was a cold, underground fortress made of white stone and reinforced steel. There were no windows, no clocks, and no sounds except for the hum of the air vents. In the center of the most secure cell sat Silas. He wasn't wearing his expensive silk suits anymore. He was in a plain gray jumpsuit, his hands and feet shackled to the floor. But even in chains, he didn't look like a prisoner. He sat with his back straight, a calm, bored expression on his face.

But as the meeting really got going i could feel simons burning stare directed right at me, a bubbling resentment building against myself and fiona, it was weird, nomatter what way i looked he had his eyes on us and just as i was about to tell him to shove it drake growls “Simon if you have an issue say it, stop being a pussy and spit it out or leave, either way look at my wife one more time like that and ill pull your eyeballs out of your head and ill make you eat them” Fiona drops her head to smile as i smirk at simon triumphantly, it was petty but i didnt care “Has the prison been cleaned up?” I ask the boys ignoring simon “Yes, all cleaned up, we have 3 prisoners left, all of them tried