Rustysporkman

One of the soldiers pulled up his visor and turned to his superior. "Sarge, why are we here?" America and a few allies had invaded just about the rest of the world. That was three years ago. Currently, the entire war effort was "Cleanup." "Roswell, are you familiar with Polio?" "Yeah, Sarge. What does that have to-" "What is Polio, then?" "It's a disease, Sarge…" "No. It's Bad. Polio is Bad. And what are bombs?" "Bad, Sarge?" "You catch on quick, private. Now, whenever you wonder why we're here, just pretend they have Poliobombs. That's an order. Now put down your visor."

Ricky wasn’t the best student, nor was he the worst. He was grade-A C-level, for sure. He always doodled on his tablet, or talked to his brown-haired buddy, Jerry. Ricky was in first grade. A fair size for his age, Ricky seemed always to blend in to the surroundings. He probably would have, too, has his blonde hair not always given him away. Because of his constant talking in class, Ricky had to sit in the front of Mrs. Ferguson’s Social Studies class. Even then, while the rest of the class was learning how to find England on a map, Ricky was lost in his own little world. He had become so adept at daydreaming that he could give hi

If only for tonight, I want to hold you close, Kiss you, hug you, never let you go, try not to think how quickly it goes. Tonight I am your man, tomorrow, just a friend. I love you now, completely, I wish the night won’t end. How will we speak, thinking of tonight? Tomorrow will be hard, Tonight, it felt so right. It means so much to me, This ephemeral embrace, I cannot give it words, With so much love and grace.

While I sleep so soundly, So safe inside my bed, A mother is left crying, Her son is laying dead. While I sleep so soundly, Here within my room, A man has taken up a gun, And sent himself to doom. While I sleep so soundly, Nestled in my sheets, A boy is gone, taken, Kept by a stranger he meets. While I sleep so soundly, My night-light all a-glow, A poor and young, nice soldier’s wife, Widowed now, must know. While I sleep so soundly, With warmest bed clothes on A son cries soft all night, His father long since gone. While I sleep so soundly, With schooling the next day, A man drowned in mounds of debt, Has none, no

I’m safe inside this box No one sees me cry I have a perfect reason But I cannot tell you why. If no one sees your feelings, And no one sees your heart, You then give to no one, The power to tear them apart. If I’m in love, And love is Free Why is this feeling Costing so much to me? She saw my heart And took it out I cringed, I waited For the harshness she would spout She should have dropped it, Crushed it, buried it right beneath Her foot, but she didn’t. My heart had been a heath, But she nurtured it, caressed it, And now it has to grow To fit all the feelings that I now feel And wish for all to know.

"It was three days before they found the body. It was well preserved, I guess. I mean... as well preserved as a body could be in the Mojave, in a duffel bag. What I mean is, no varmints could get to him in it, and he dried out pretty quick. I can still remember the look on Tony's face when he un-zipped the thing. I swear by my mother's grave that the air came out so quick from the damnable thing that his hair flew back. He spent the next 40 minutes puking out his lungs. God Damn I miss Quentin. He was a good pal. Great at dumping bodies. In fact, I have a feeling that he's real pissed that he got such a piss-poor dumping. I mean... the Moja

Faces in the Crowd Watching and Waiting No one stops to help.