No Weapon Forged
They beat me, tortured me, abused my mind and body In ways I never could have imagined. They wanted me to betray my men, but I wouldn’t, I couldn’t. My men, my team, belongs to me; they might as well ask me to sell my soul.
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About Archives Featured GuestsThey beat me, tortured me, abused my mind and body In ways I never could have imagined. They wanted me to betray my men, but I wouldn’t, I couldn’t. My men, my team, belongs to me; they might as well ask me to sell my soul.
This was war and today my opponent was my brother John. I forgot about how close we are and focused only on crushing him like a bug, taking everything from him. Yes, I am that serious about poker, how else do you expect me to win?
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Lincoln Town Car (Inspired my the musical composition, “Swim Good”, by Frank Ocean)
Pay it no mind; ‘tis only the drippings from my wounded, broken heart. Or, perhaps, the blood belongs to her. Her body’s in the trunk.
—Christopher Houston
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The wind kept knocking the ball off the tee while we were attempting to kick off, which meant I would be assigned to hold it. This always made me nervous, watching the kickers foot accelerate towards the ball and my outstretched finger. I never looked, I always closed my eyes, I only knew it happened when I felt the foot slam into my finger, breaking it off.
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He stared into the Abyss, defiant, undaunted. And the Abyss stared back. Yet, he was not afraid.
- Christopher Houston
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I tried telling my friends I couldn’t deal with the noise, all the talking and loud music in the bar was causing me real pain. I put my hands over my years and they asked me if I was “okay”. I Responded by nodding my head, grabbing two butter knives, and jamming them into my ears.
Down the lonely highway she fled, her cherry red Mustang a chariot of fire. She drove and drove and drove until she was nothing more than a dusty, half-remembered dream.
- Christopher Houston
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Why couldn’t they see I was trying to restore America to greatness? I thought my battle robots had quelled all protests, but now the entire country was in open rebellion against me. With a group of rebels pounding on my door I knew my time as president was over, I only hope they wouldn’t torture me.
The End
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“Did you exchange a walk-on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?” I asked my son, sitting across from me in the diner, his long, dirty hair hanging to his shoulders, his sparse beard tangled and matted. The baby I had once rocked to sleep, singing that very line from my favorite song, did not speak, but answered me with the emptiness in his unblinking eyes, which had seen so much human degradation — the kind you cannot un-see. My boy was in his cage, staring outward.
- C.D. Carter
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The Fire Chief looked at the unoccupied 125 story building and the raging inferno that appeared to be blazing on 15 floors. The multi billionaire owner was desperately explaining why he needed the firemen to risk their lives and save his building. The Fire Chief listened before giving the signal to wrap it up, “let it burn boys, let’s go home.”
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President Obama had finally seen enough. The civil war in Syria was said to have claimed over 60,000 civilian lives and had no end in sight. Worse, the conflict was threatening international interests around the world.
Staring at the old fashioned looking red phone, President Obama picked it up and said simply, “Get me President al-Assad.” Other calls were made, satellites were moved, and a secure connection was made between the two men. Knowing President al-Assad spoke English, President Obama said only, “Hello,” when they were finally connected.
Hey hey,
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