Title: Metal Fatigue
Author: William Earl
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Publisher: Lots Cave
Length: 17,532 Words
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Metal Fatigue is an anthology of stories relating to prison, incarceration, hopelessness and hope. These are largely first person accounts of survival behind bars and give a visceral look at what it means to do time. The stories present a critical look at the prison system and the stats for those held behind bars. A child lost to the system, a father’s plea for reconnection.
eBook TAGS Prison Story Anthology, Incarceration Stories, Hopelessness and Hope, First Person Accounts, Survival Behind Bars, Doing Jail Time
Metal Fatigue is an anthology of stories relating to prison, incarceration, hopelessness and hope. These are largely the first person accountings of survival behind bars and give a visceral look at what it means to do time. The stories present a critical look at the prison system and the stats for those held behind bars. A child lost to the system, a father’s plea for reconnection.
A wrongly punished man feels what he is accused of does not deserve punishment. There
is no way society can enforce discipline on a man who feels he is being unjustly
treated. For some, any attempted unjust discipline triggers the "Law Of Necessity",
which means that to him "No Law" exists whatsoever. You see, necessity knows no law!
For instance, any law forbidding one to kill is voided when done on self-
For YOU, no intelligent person should respect an unjust law. Nor should YOU feel any guilt over breaking it. YOU should simply follow the Eleventh Commandment: "Don't Get Caught".
But for everyone, tougher criminal laws will never work. People do not plan to get
angry or go out of control any more than they plan to behave predictably. Considered
on a macro level, society cannot adequately change human nature by criminalizing
it. Criminal incidents reflect the foreseeable if not predictable responses of humans
under great stress. Pack overheated people onto roads and in cities, treat them like
dirt, lie to them, manipulate them, price-
Jimmy passed his eighteenth birthday locked inside a cold, stinky cell in the obsolete old city jail. The toilet obviously didn’t work, an issue probably for several years… running.
He thoughtfully reflected on his dry-
If Jimmy had been home for his birthday, no doubt his father would’ve treated him
to a steak dinner at The Outback; and perhaps a ballgame at the stadium afterword.
Instead, Jimmy celebrated with foul-
Tonight, for the most part, a stifling quiet lingered throughout the cellblock. The only sounds being the incidental shout of a guard, the muffled moan from a prisoner, or the occasional fart from either. Every so often, a cell door clanked open, followed by scuffling noises signaling a new prisoner’s arrival.
Two weeks forever, he’d sat there in solitary now. But he still wasn’t so desperate
as other prisoners on the cellblock who would actually shit themselves just for a
laugh. Two weeks plus three lonely days, he reminded himself, marking off another
day on the wall with the sharp edge of a small stone, chipped away from a section
Sinking down onto the cold concrete slab that served as a bed, Jimmy leaned his head against the wall and shut his eyes. He figured it might be nine o’clock… or thereabout, although he really couldn’t be sure. Maybe ten. His watch had disappeared on intake at R&D receiving the first day, along with all his other personal effects… confiscated for “purposes of security” by the prison R&D guards. Problem was, they’d never listed his expensive Rolex watch on that property receipt they’d forced him to sign under the threat of tossing him in solitary stripped naked.
Any questions about time, or anything, for that matter, brought only taunts and trouble
from the guards. Especially the big one called ‘Boiler Bob’—so named by the prisoners
for those angry-
“What’s time to a prison roach?” Boiler Bob would mock, his furry broken teeth bared in a cruel laugh. “Hah, I know! I bet you’re impatient for your next fine meal… is that it?” Invariably he and the other guards goaded the prisoners about the food: food so foul even the cockroaches all passed around it in wide arcs.