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It was no good. She was far too deep in it. What could I do but kill a couple goons. It couldn’t save her life. I didn’t know what could. She always acted so strong willed. But after calculating the odds, I seriously think today is when her luck runs out.

» Posted By Ruben On 09.26.2012 @ 9:55 pm

I need help getting by. A little help. To move my life. A new beginning. Four blocks away. Do you have a truck? I only own a little bed. still too big for open arms.

» Posted By Ruben On 09.26.2012 @ 4:12 pm


I had no time to think. Her hands were down my pants and all logic was gone. I swore I’d never do this. I couldn’t do this. But she jerked and tugged. I was afraid to hurt her so I just held her arm firmly and pulled it away. Still, my hand had made a red imprint on her skin…

» Posted By Ruben On 09.25.2012 @ 11:31 pm

I had to settle everything before I made my way to the promised land. I had decided to leave everything behind, what was left anyway, in order to follow the Prophet into the light. Money is so hard to leave behind when you’ve made a life out of making sure it piles up.

» Posted By Ruben On 09.25.2012 @ 6:34 pm


It wasn’t until they left their entire person away that I realized how ineffectual they were to our whole operation. What did they have to offer me, I mean us, that we couldn’t do without?

» Posted By Ruben On 09.23.2012 @ 2:56 am


It was a new day and yet nothing felt fresh. It was as if time went by without a new horizon to keep things interesting. “What was the point?” I thought to myself.

» Posted By Ruben On 09.22.2012 @ 9:56 am

This hearing didn’t go as planned. Then again I had not prepared and I was so sure that things would go my way. I mean why wouldn’t they? I’d talked myself out of worse situations before…

» Posted By Ruben On 09.21.2012 @ 11:28 pm

I never knew I could actually end up going to jail for this. It was a simple misdemeanor. Oh what a grand job I’d made of forgetting my past. It’s finally come to strike me in the face. Right as things were turning out.

» Posted By Ruben On 09.21.2012 @ 2:24 pm


I had to start somewhere. What a better time than now. And what a better place than here? He asked for it. After all, was it no he who belittled my skill at the public square? I had to show him who the master was. And I had to start by annihilating his entire force, soldier by soldier.

» Posted By Ruben On 09.20.2012 @ 10:41 pm

I had to start looking out for myself. I couldn’t let me fall for this type of thing again. But I really couldn’t trust myself to make decisions when it came to love. So I decided I’d wait until I knew for certain I was making the right choice. I figured I’d be wise enough to make sane choices at the age of 35. So I locked my heart away until then.

» Posted By Ruben On 09.20.2012 @ 11:56 am


I couldn’t believe what she was saying. It was as if I was being punished for being too responsible at my age. I couldn’t be the only 23 year old trying to make it out there on their own. She had to let me have this job. She had to hire me.

» Posted By Ruben On 09.19.2012 @ 4:00 pm


I had no choice but to let her win. She knew I could over power her despite her well played combo. Yet I was weak against the Champions and she had been trained her entire life to take them on.

» Posted By Ruben On 09.18.2012 @ 8:16 pm


Our life together had reached an end. We somehow convinced ourselves that a friendship lied ahead for us after sharing a bed for 2 years. I smiled and let out a grunt under my breath. I somehow found it unlikely that we would ever see each other after our move in dates.

» Posted By Ruben On 09.17.2012 @ 10:48 pm


It was 2am and I couldn’t believe I was still alive. I was dizzy with adrenaline and couldn’t really see straight but I was conscious. Now my every thought was worried about them finding me here. The cold had frozen my feet at this point…

» Posted By Ruben On 09.17.2012 @ 11:09 am

It wasn’t until she left that I remembered what it was like to feel alive. To be 21. to be 16. To be free. I wanted to run and cry and feel and live. I wanted to rob a liquor store and drunk on champagne. But I’m 81. The best I could muster was a childish giggle and a sad grin.

» Posted By Ruben On 09.17.2012 @ 12:59 am


I was so blind to my mistakes, I just kept going with what I thought I knew. But compared to them I knew nothing. I only knew that my brush was my guide onto unexplored canvas. I couldn’t express what I was doing. I hoped the piece would speak for itself. But they wanted a dissection of my process. Something I couldn’t really give them.

» Posted By Ruben On 09.16.2012 @ 11:11 am


And all I’ve seen, and all I’ve heard, and all I’ve felt, I had to feel it all once more. Before the machines began to ignite me. Before my blood pumped no more. Before it was oil. Before I was metal. Before I had gone and no one noticed anything but the smile that made them laugh. Not the ghost that struggled for 23 years.

» Posted By Ruben On 09.14.2012 @ 11:43 pm

I had to think on my feet. I was good at it. I was good of never getting caught off guard. I wasn’t about to go down with this bitch. It wasn’t in my cards. So I did what I did best and prepared myself against a fight with my shadow.

» Posted By Ruben On 09.14.2012 @ 1:54 pm


It’s been a decade since I had to prioritize the health of my lungs. Running had taken care of that issue. Cardiovascular exercise can really strengthen your lung capacity, erasing years of living under the agonizing thoughts of possible attacks. Yet all of this wouldn’t account for the transformation my body had just endured.

» Posted By Ruben On 09.13.2012 @ 2:10 pm


It had never occurred to me to check in their room. I thought we were the perfect family. Why would Nat need a gun? Why would she be the one to shoot the theater? Why?

» Posted By Ruben On 09.13.2012 @ 12:54 am

It hadn’t occurred to me that we were dysfunctional. Different and argumentative, yes. But dysfunctional… It hurt to see my daughter say those words to the therapist, and his agreeing nod only made the weight on my chest heavier. Had we raised some sort of mutant family? Have we been blind to our children’s strife? Where did we go wrong?

» Posted By Ruben On 09.12.2012 @ 10:11 pm


I didn’t sign a contract. So there were no responsibilities. I could leave. I would leave. But who would have me? I hadn’t anything but a closet full of clothes, a low paying job, and my word. They could have it all for a roof over me.

» Posted By Ruben On 09.10.2012 @ 11:03 pm


The idea of eminent relaxation was ridiculous in my current state. I had only room in mind for panic and worry. I’d be homeless and shamed in three weeks if I didn’t get my ass in gear.

» Posted By Ruben On 09.09.2012 @ 5:38 pm


It was hard to keep their squeals at bay. I employed the protection of headphones to keep me from going mad. I had to endure another month of this torture. Children are such a pain.

» Posted By Ruben On 09.08.2012 @ 10:39 pm


I needed a flexible schedule if I was to keep up this farce. No one could ever know I was the one saving all these people. Vigilantes and do gooders were looked down upon. What with the decimation of justice, everyone had resulted in a Locke mentality.

» Posted By Ruben On 09.08.2012 @ 4:03 pm

I didn’t have time to think. I just went for it. Attacking with everything I had, but defending with the cunning of my yoga master. His hits never landed as he couldn’t have known just how far my flexibility went.

» Posted By Ruben On 09.08.2012 @ 9:49 am

I had to weigh my options here. There was little flexibility in what this program was offering. It laid it out plain and simple. I can attend, get the degree, and work in the one field it provided. Everything else was out of the question. It was binding, and would it not offer to pay every dime of my tuition, I would immediately say no. But as it is, I’m just a poor boy…

» Posted By Ruben On 09.07.2012 @ 9:04 pm


There was so much to do. The day was halfway done. Yet all at once everything faded into a dark brown mist. There was nothing to do or hear. Or more there was nothing I could do or hear. I was unsure whether my abilities had changed, or whether the world around had become something else.

» Posted By Ruben On 09.06.2012 @ 6:24 pm


I didn’t know whether to slap him or to kiss him. Both would leave a hot sensation upon his face. But only one would release a sting that I needed to wipe that dorky smile off his face. So I slapped him, his eyes opened wide to receive the kiss that followed. Now that dorky smile grew bigger.

» Posted By Ruben On 09.06.2012 @ 10:39 am


I need more hours to stay alive. I simply can’t do it with the remaining minutes, the last breaths I have. I need to live, so that they can know a better tomorrow. I need to see more tomorrows. Only then would I rest easy.

» Posted By Ruben On 09.04.2012 @ 10:49 pm

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