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A Left Turn at Albuquerque – Part 13

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By Hunter Perez

Merrifield finally woke up and released me from his grip. He rolled on his back, raised his arms into the air and yawned, then looked over at me with his newfound smile. I was moved by the serenity he displayed – he seemed to be completely at peace and joy with the world, so very different from the tortured man I encountered the previous evening.

“Do you…do you…have dreams?” he asked. His voice had settled into a deeply pleasant and masculine tone, although he still paused with slight uncertainty between words.

I sat up in the bed and tousled his long blonde hair. “Sometimes,” I answered. “Sometimes they’re good dreams, sometimes they’re not. Why are you asking?”

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A Left Turn at Albuquerque – Part 11

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By Hunter Perez

The cell was around eight or nine feet in both length and width, with an unusually high ceiling, but it seemed cramped due to the presence of an oversized bed placed up against a wall in the middle of the space. The bedframe was crudely carved out of wood and its mattress was thin. A ratty brown blanket was crumpled at the head of the bed, which was covered in a dirty stained sheet.

The bed was obviously custom made – if not very well made – for the XL-sized occupant of the cell. Merrifield sat at the right edge of the bed and stared into the bars that kept him imprisoned. I guessed he would be either six-foot-five or six-foot-six if he were to stand up.

He sat slightly slouched over in a motionless manner. I had to stare very hard to notice the slightest clues of life when he betrayed an occasional eyelid blink and when his upper chest rose and fell in micrometers while breathing.

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A Left Turn at Albuquerque – Part 05

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By Hunter Perez

I spent about five minutes trying to convince myself not to panic – which was no mean feat, considering that I was locked in a jail cell in the middle of a derelict ghost town in the middle of the New Mexican desert by a law enforcement officer with more than few emotional problems. When my anxiety abated, I began to consider what would happen next.

I came to the immediate conclusion that Nicky was not going to leave me to die a slow death. For starters, he knew I had a phone with me – we already exchanged text messages – and I would be able to call 911 for help. Yet I hesitated to immediately place such a call because I was uncertain if this was an elaborate but unfunny prank on Nicky’s part. He obviously carried anger issues about my leaving him 10 years earlier, and maybe this was his warped idea of a temporary but determined comeuppance.

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A Left Turn at Albuquerque – Part 04

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By Hunter Perez

Now, why in the world didn’t I allow Nicky to uncuff me when he made the offer? Perhaps I was being noble – his fantasy of arresting me clearly meant a lot to him and maybe I didn’t want to hurt his feelings? Or maybe I was still aroused at the concept of being his handcuffed prisoner? I had never done this type of a scene and I found it to be fun. At least for the initial part of the trip.

But once we got off the highway and took the road to the ghost town, my arms became sore and my shoulders hurt. The erection that accompanied me at the start of the journey disappeared and ride became more onerous while driving across a road in serious need of paving.

The area we drove through was conspicuously absent of civilization. Granted, the desert landscapes were beautiful in their ochre austerity, but to this urban denizen the absence of people, places and things was unsettling.  And as a real estate professional, the location raised a host of questions.

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Update from Metal: A List of Characters in ‘The Prison Writer’ Story

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Hey prisoners, how are you enjoying the story ‘The Prison Writer’ by Joshua Ryan? At this point the first 16 chapters have appeared. There are five more yet to appear, for a total of 21 parts in all. Because there was a major shift in point of view in this story starting with Chapter 15, I thought it might be helpful to list the characters in the story.

These are my own notes that I jotted down while reading the entire series.

 

The Prison Writer by Joshua Ryan

The main characters in the story:

 

Steven Meres

Narrator of chapters 01 to 14

Aliases: 746051, Sten, Ven, Big Ven

A successful novelist who has a “side hustle” writing kinky prison stories.

 

Stanley Mason

The fake name Steven uses for his kinky stories.

 

Danny Brant

A character in Steven’s mainstream novels who gets locked up in prisons.

 

Jerry

Steven’s literary agent

 

Norman Jarrelson

Steven’s attorney, married to Louis

 

Dean Brannigan

A hunky deputy sheriff who has read Steven’s novels and who makes Steven an offer.

 

Craig

Dean’s partner

 

Junior

A big hot tattooed convict

 

Pablo

A convict who works as a barber

 

Sgt. Gideon

An officer who works prison intake

 

Finn Kolchak

Steven’s cellie

 

Greggy

A convict

 

Ernesto

Alias: Nesto

A convict on the chain who also has had dealings with Dean Brannigan on the outside

 

Jet (aka Jeffrey) and Cameron

Convicts and cellies who are in love with each other. Cameron had dealings with someone on the outside.

 

Carl Owen Abbott III

Narrator of chapters 15 to 21

Aliases: Colly, Lassie, Dog

A wealthy college student who is fascinated by the novels and stories written by Steven Meres

 

Wyatt

Carl’s brother

 

Donald Harmon

An acquaintance of Carl and Wyatt who works at the DOC.

 

“the guy”

Donald’s connection (who may or may not exist), who can pull strings in the system.

 

Alexander

Alias: Alec

a convict

 

As I mentioned, ‘The Prison Writer’ by Joshua Ryan is 21 chapters in all. If you have not been reading this story, you can click here to start at the beginning.

BONUS: Many shorter stories (with pictures) by Joshua Ryan are available at his Tumblr page, called Prison Process

Prison Process stories about prison

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The Prison Writer – Chapter 12

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By Joshua Ryan

I was dressed now in full prison garb, and I had nothing to do but watch the other convicts putting on their new identity — pulling their shorts over their butts, jamming their legs into their pants, lacing their feet into their boots, shouldering their coats onto their backs.  The last one to start was a pretty little guy, 19 or 20.  Maybe I should say that he probably used to be a pretty little guy, before they shipped him to prison.  There was still enough of his prettiness to make me follow the lines of his plump little butt and his pert little dick as he stuffed them into his stiff prison pants.  His dick was hard, going into his trousers.  I thought I might be getting hard myself.  I even remembered why I was there — to get my head and my dick in proper order and write that great and wonderful book about prison.  How would I describe that guy?  What words would I use…?

A door slammed; a muscular voice bellowed through the room.

“All right!  Form up for the fish parade!”

So much for the convict bosses — an officer had appeared.  He was a 40-year-old with a Marine Corps face.  The tag on his crisp gray shirt said SGT GIDEON.

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The Prison Writer – Chapter 08

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By Joshua Ryan

The line ended at a door that was so important we had to be buzzed through.  On the other side was a wide white hallway with wooden doors on one side and steel doors on the other — and a yellow line on the left, of course.  Finally we got to a place where there were two steel doors with a glass booth between them.  An old officer was seated in the booth.  Officer Collison pulled me over and told me to stand in front of the glass.

“Got one for ya, Pop.”

“Yeah?  Don’t look like much.  But OK, if you say so.  Hold up your arm, boy.  I wanta see that bracelet you got.”

“Yes, Sir.”  I held it up to the window.  He half-rose in his chair and scanned my wristband.

“Nother lifer,” he said.  “Well, welcome to free room and board.  I’ll take him into Number 2.”

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