The Prison Project Novels & Stories

What a fucking asshole he is! But... Despite all the negatives, there were a lot of great things that happened. First is that, the prison I'm in actually treats me well. It's not like those prisons you see in movies and TV shows where there's violence every second and the place is all dirty. This prison is clean everyday and most of the officers and inmates are nice. There's some that are evil and corrupt, but the majority of them are good. The prison allow us to watch TV, use our own lockers, exercise, and listen to music. Also they actually serve good quality food, not no slop or junk. The best thing about this prison is that we could help volunteer and raise money to charities. Even thoug

Hundreds of figures occupied seats arranged in ascending circles around a central platform. Architects. Thousands of years dead. Yet appearing as vividly as if they still lived. The Guardian stood beside her. "This is not memory." Aria frowned. "Then what is it?" "A possibility." That answer confused her even more. Before she could ask further questions, movement drew her attention. One of the Architects stepped onto the central platform. The room immediately fell silent. "The prison project is ready." The declaration echoed throughout the hall. Murmurs spread instantly. Excitement.

The detective gets verified, and the gate opens wide to let us in. We drive into the prison, it’s like three times the size of our penthouse, like a whole community, with so many people, I will be under-reacting if I say two thousand prisoners. Males and females aren’t given privacy in this prison, and things like ‘basic human rights’ are canceled on a big billboard. You are on your own. No law to protect you, no right, and for me, no soldiers, except for Jane, the planted American female soldier, but what can she actually do to protect me in a place this shitty?

She quickly backed away and slammed the window shut like she had just seen something terrifying. Alright. She took a deep breath. Of course, she was like this. She had been slacking and needed to get back to work. She hurried down to the inventory and pulled out all of her projects. Except for the one about the prisoner. To hell with him for now. She didn't want him in her mind.

"Okay, Stephen. I think you have an explanation for this? " Gavin crossed his arms, stood facing him while waiting for an answer from him. Half-disbelieving to see what was in front of his eyes at this time, Stephen looked at the Pedrosa clan prison building which was in chaos due to the prisoners who managed to get out of their cells, beating the prison guards and security guards who were helpless facing angry prisoners who went on a rampage taking out their frustration at being treated like societal trash.

I dug my nails into my palm to stay awake, then crawled to the door, leaving a trail of blood, and started pounding on it. "Please!" I yelled. "I need a doctor!" Nothing. "Please!" I slammed the door with all my strength. "My baby is coming..." My voice was raw when a guard finally answered, bored. "Save your breath. Ornella's about to pop. You can see a doctor after she's done." "But the baby will die..." "Then that's what you deserve. An eye for an eye." I collapsed, my body freezing cold. So that's what this was. In their eyes, my baby's death was payment for my sins.

I reached out, my trembling fingers touching the glass, tracing the four letters of my own name. This wasn't a log created during my intake six months ago. The system file metadata displayed a creation stamp from three full years prior—long before my arrest, long before the fraudulent `$14 Million` wire transfer, long before I had ever set foot inside Sector 2. My name had been permanently embedded into the primary security matrix of a private state prison while I was still working eighty-hour weeks at my desk in downtown Chicago. Why? Why would a prison build an administrative profile for an accountant who hadn't commited a crime yet?

Geneticists working for Dr. Sawyer were dispatched to maximum-security prisons nationwide. The Colonel’s connections at the Department of Justice got ADX Florence in Colorado added to their list. The Supermax prison held the most violent offenders who were expelled from other prisons. San Quentin, Cooks County, and Pelican Bay were also on the list. Now, over five hundred prisoners have offered to be part of the study.

Blood seeped through the reopened stitches. “They told me I’d never shine like you, Leonard,” Louis sneered, his voice thick with resentment. “They rejected all my efforts under the guise of not wanting me to turn into a criminal. But we both know the truth—they always preferred you.” “Keep up your stubbornness,” Leonard retorted. “At least I’ve tried, however foolishly, to make you understand.” Louis laughed bitterly. “Oh, spare me. Let’s end this pointless meeting. Anything else you wish to say?”

"Don’t say it like it is a prison sentence. Tell me more." He slumped against the wall. "One of the arms of my company is working on a collaboration with the Mayor's office on securing adequate housing and skills acquisition for the less privilege. Mostly kids from impoverished families and orphanages." He replied. "That's amazing. But, couldn't you just assign the project to someone else and have them report to you with updates on the project?" He shook his head. "The project is quit personal to me. I wanted to see it through. Besides, I didn't fly across cities to come here. I've been living at Bronx before now..