By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 16: Establishing Your True Worth
There were bets about how quick Yash would go, and the ones that bet on his thirty-first day in the Coop were right. I took longer. Lots longer. By the time I went to the Room, I was the longest-running slap in the Coop. But just when I thought I was lost in the system, the boss grabbed me out of the line leaving the chow hall and told me to “stand aside.” “Aside” was a collection of three slappies–me, a 20-something named Kristian that had been vacationing from Sweden and had suddenly discovered that coke was not allowed on St. Bevons Island, and a young local named Marco, a “rude boy” that had got himself “sent down thee road” to Slappieville. Marco was a kid, 18 or 19, whose eyes kept roving back and forth like he expected someone to kill him. Kristian was tall and his stubble was blond, but he was skinny and somehow professorial. Even after his weeks in Slaptown, he was still looking around him in a bewildered way, like he’d lost his glasses or his cellphone.
The Boss led us to the Intake shack, where Jojo and Malcolm gave us a shower and a new set of browns and boots. “Lookin you best for thee Man” was Jojo’s comment. “No haircut?” I said. “No mon, that stubble you got is you best feature mon.” When they were finished, they shackled our legs and cuffed our hands in front of us. Then they locked our cuffs to a chain. An officer came by, grunted something at the trusties, gripped the end of the chain, and gave it a tug. We shuffled forward. “You’re on your way to the Show Room,” he said. Like we wouldn’t have guessed. But that was that. No long goodbyes.
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By ty dehner
This is a Metalbond exclusive excerpt from ty dehner’s all new holiday novel, Master Eb’s Spirit. This story is set in our current day leather community, based on A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. After having spent a portion of Christmas Eve in his local pub, The Regents’ Boot, Master Eb is returning home to spend the remainder of the holiday night alone. Well, at least that is what he had planned…
Master Eb exits The Regents’ Boot.
Zipping up his leather jacket, the Master steps into the air that has cooled with the waning night. He pauses as his breath floats before his face before lifting up to the low clouds that cover London town. Putting his gloved hands deep in his jacket pockets, Eb notices a lightness to the surroundings as the snow has covered the cobblestones completely, reflecting the city lights to the low clouds creating a blue glow to the city on this Christmas Eve.
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By Officer Doppels
There are a lot of things that can be experienced, or things can that just happen, at the Hampton Jail. As any good guard will know, it is the anticipation of not knowing what may occur, which keeps the inmates on their toes and focused. As a guard at the jail, I am committed to making it a good experience for all the inmates. We are awake and ready to go before the inmates are rousted in the morning, and we are there when we switch the lights out for the night and securely slam the steel doors of control.
However, regardless of what may happen in the jail, everyone starts out from the outside with an arrest and properly taken into custody. I was reflecting on a recent arrestee whose wide-eyed expression sticks with me and always brings a smile to my face.
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