>System Failure

>by Kyle Henebry

>It happens once in a while

Hits you like a brick

When the true nature of things

Become   completely   apparent

>It seems like years ago now

I was looking out my window

And I had that same old epiphany

>I was who I was, and I was

Where I was, and it was

When it was, and it was

All at once

Very clear to me

That  this   ( Read more... )

They were in their late twenties.

He had no business being with her.

She was a jewel. Tall, blonde, red dress…tangerine nail polish.

Finely crafted. But it all fell to pieces the second she spoke.

They were two people that I would describe as “wretched human beings.”

Whether or not that was really true was none of my business.

I overhear him talking to ( Read more... )

We responded to a three alarm fire. I jumped out the back of the ambulance before it even had time to stop. A woman was screaming “my baby, my baby.”  I ran to the base of the nearest ladder just as a firefighter was coming down. He cradled something in his arm.

When he reached the bottom I could see he had been badly burned. He didn’t seem to ( Read more... )

Quickapedia (10:13:44 PM): if im gonna give anyone the benifit of the doubt, im gonna give my friends the benifit of the doubt
TheFlFTHDENTlST (10:14:38 PM): yeah, we're all friends...we are supposed to watch eachothers backs
TheFlFTHDENTlST (10:15:13 PM): i give them the benefit of the doubt like its my job
TheFlFTHDENTlST (10:16:25 PM): keeps ( Read more... )

I

One Millionth Rape by Kyle Henebry

saw her out the window.

I was instantly compelled to follow on the basis of a glance shot of her back from at least 30 yards away. That was all I needed. I had to follow.

She wore a black dress. A full head of red-orange hair tapered off between her shoulders and bounced energetically with each step. She had ( Read more... )

THE AUTHOR IS DEAD

“In the final fight scene of a contemporary martial arts film, all the weapons-- guns, swords, whatever-- are knocked aside, out of reach, leaving the opponents with only their empty hands. It’s a symbolism I like, because in the end that’s how we all have to face the problems that beset us: When our hands are empty, what will ( Read more... )

Little Piggy Sitting On His Barstool Ain’t Never Gonna Know

Homogenization pasteurization

Retroactive reparations

Get your hair did like Sarah Palin

Fumigation inhalation

Lie through your smile like Kato Kaelin

Automated fornication

All the jailbait the jailer’s railing

Then the Connecticut people come walking in

talking about Connecticut things

flailing ( Read more... )

anyway. are you guys just gonna start fucking a lot now, or are you really going out together?
neither...and both
ha
 we really like each other...he bought me my own toothbrush and towel for his place
ha
 you don't do that for a booty call
 hes that protctive of his stuff? i let marie use my toothbrush...i have another one, but she uses mine anyway.
haha ( Read more... )

Chris had always been curious to know what it would be like to get shot. In 2003, in the province of al-Anbar, he finally had his chance.

Chris sat there looking down at his bleeding leg for a moment. The bullet responsible had punched through the door of the Humvee and ripped through the top of his thigh. His leg was bleeding out very quickly and ( Read more... )

Every morning I wake up I try to remind myself of a scene from Generation Kill.

Lt. Fick is briefing the team leaders on their next course of action. One of the team leaders, Sgt. Colbert, interjects with the Marine equivalent of an emotional outburst. The previous hamlet they had been observing was occupied by women and children and one of the ( Read more... )