One Night Stand (Part 1)

11:00 PM.

You stand on the corner of a street taking a drag from a cigarette. The music from the club behind you is pumping brilliantly. The line to get in to the club goes on for what looks like a couple of blocks. This is nothing new though. You pull you’re smart phone out of you’re pocket and read the message on the screen.

“Meet you out front, 2 minutes. Nothing can prepare you for what tonight is going to bring.”

You place the phone back in you’re pocket. You know judging by what you just read that there is a good chance you’re not going to remember a fucking thing tomorrow morning.

A couple of ladies waiting in line are eyeing you up and giggling to each other. You shoot them a playful smile but don’t lead them on.

As you continue to wait for you’re buddies you take one last drag from you’re cigarette and flick it in to the street. A limousine pulls up in front of you. The doors open up and you’re greeted by a mobile festival of drugs, booze, chaos and mayhem. Women pile out of the vehicle and litter the street screaming and dancing like animals that have freed themselves from the zoo. A few of them greet you with hugs, kisses, and the occasional ass grab.

The last people to exit the limousine are your buddies. You greet them with handshakes. One of your buddies hands you a glass of rye and a couple of pills.

You feel the need to ask what journey your about to embark on,

“Hey man, what is this stuff?”

Your buddy responds,

“Ecstasy man, best shit you can get. You take those and you will feel like a fucking machine for the rest of the night”

You pop the two pills in to your mouth and wash it down with the rye.

After you discard the glass you follow your buddies and make your way in to the club. Unlike the hundreds of people waiting in line you walk straight in. You nod and the bouncers acknowledge your presence as you walk past them.

The benefit of being VIP is that you don’t have to deal with any bull shit.

The music is getting louder as you walk down the hallway making you’re way towards the dance floor. You can feel the bass pumping vibrantly throughout the building. You feel the blood rushing through your veins. As you get to the end of the hallway an electrifying feeling falls upon you. Lights are pulsing to the rhythm of the music. Your heart beat is racing. Anxiety doesn’t exist at this point. It’s you versus the world.

-Nick

Gravity Part 3

I fealt objective. I fealt detached... and defeated. At the same time I couldn't feel anything at all. I just gazed at my cold, dead wife. How could she do this to me? To us? All those years... all those memories...

I contemplated a course of action... this took a considerable amount of time. I found a solution though. It started with calling the police. I told them what happened. They told me to stay where I was and that they would be here soon. I said "ok". After I hung up the phone I walked to the kitchen. There was a 40 ounce bottle of rye that Hellen and I had recieved as a wedding gift. We had been saving it for a special occasion... I popped it open and drank a quarter of it in one go. Wiped my lips with the cuff of my shirt and made my way to the balcony. I polished off the rest of the bottle out there in the cool spring breeze. It was overcast outside with a 90% chance of alcohal poisoning. I leaned on the rail and looked down. I could barely make out the emergancy vehicles and flashing lights. They would be at my door very soon. I fealt out of my mind and body... the world was spinning. I barely managed to climb onto the railing. I spoke aloud "my poor lovely wife, I will be with you soon".

That's when I leapt from the 22nd story and left my fate to gravity.

-Josh

The Old Man Story

A Word From The Writer:

Before I type this story up I would like to give a brief explanation of how it came to exist.
Most people will tell you they remember a story that they used to have read to them before they would go to bed when they were a child.
This story happens to be one of them but it didn't come from a book.
When we were kids my little bro had a hard time getting to sleep. I was about seven or eight years old at the time and he was about three or four. I came up with a story that gave us both a laugh and helped the little guy fall asleep. I still find this story humourous today because of the total randomness. It's called the old man story.


Once upon a time, there lived a cranky ass old man with his cranky ass old wife. They lived on top of a big ass hill out in the middle of fuckin no where.
One evening the cranky ass old couple were watching TV. Probably the weather because they were both old as fuck. Anyhow, the cranky ass geezer was all finished up with his TV dinner and decided it was time to go take a dump. As he was slowly walking away his cranky ass old wife hollered out at him, "Don't forget to wash your hands!" The cranky ass man hollered back, "Don't you tell me what to do!"
The old man continued on to what he thought was the bathroom. Unfortunately he did not have his glasses on and failed to read the sign on the door that read TNT. That fucker had no idea what shit he was in for. The door read TNT because it was full of WW2 explosives that the cranky ass man had saved as souvenirs.
As he stepped in to the room he couldn't see a damned thing. He pressed the light switch but nothing happened. He sighed, "Guess I'll just have to pinch this one off in the dark" He pulled his pants down and sat down on a box. This box was no toilet seat. He pulled a lighter out of his pocket and gave it a flick. Before he could even realize what shit he had just got himself in to it was to late. The lighter had lit up a wick which was connected to a bunch of dynamite parked right under his hiney. BOOM! That cranky ass fucker took off through the roof of his house and through the night. The cranky ass woman heard all of this commotion and ran outside. She stood on the porch for about fifteen seconds and then like a bat out of hell her cranky ass husband fell from the sky. He smashed the ground. Stars were spinning around his head and his pants were full of shit. His cranky ass wife hollered out at him, "What the hell did you eat?"

The End

(The Brothers Lee. Im the one in the red. Little bro down low and big bro up top.)

-Nick

My Heroes

When I sat down and first started thinking about who my heroes were, I felt lost. 
I wasn't really sure where to start.
Who made me want to be a better person? Who did I think deserved that "hero" tag?
But then the answer made itself clear, and quickly.
I have many heroes.  Many people to look up to.
It's you.  It's me.  It's him.  It's her. 
I look up to all the people that wake up in the morning and go at the day in a positive light.  That to me is one of the most honourable things a person can do.  It's hard to stay positive all the time.  Sometimes it's damn near impossible. But the power of being positive is unbelievable. 
When you're having a nasty moment, maybe even a whole nasty day, and that positive person comes by and picks you up in just the right way, that's the good stuff right there. That to me is heroic. 
I like this line of thinking because it reminds me that we can all be heroes.  You don't need to have an international audience, you don't need to make millions of dollars, and the history books don't need to be full of your stories to be a hero.  Fuck that. 
Embrace the now and look for the good in your fellow people. 
That's how you become my hero.


-Adam

DUI Part 3

Took a trip down a winding road,
My mind drifted and I lost control.
Tires locked and I started to flip,
Braced myself and baby that was it.

Now I'm gone and I got no one to blame but myself,
DUI late at night took away all my health.
Where did this all go wrong?

The End

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-Nick

Gravity Part 2

At first, I wasn't even going to look at it... but after twenty three minutes of crying, vomiting and struggling with my sanity, I decided to read the suicide letter.

Dear John,
I'm so sorry you had to see this and that it had to be this way. I just couldn't say it to your face because I know you would have stopped me. I have been unhappy for a long time now and it's not your fault. I am tired of taking medication everyday. I don't feel like waiting to get better, I simply don't have the patience. I just can't handle the gravity of life anymore. I hope you can forgive me and I hope you make the most of your life. Please try to move on, if not for yourself than do it for me.

Love,
Hellen


-Josh

Whore to a Chainsaw

"Fairness, justice and freedom are more than just words, they are perspectives."- Wachowski brothers

"He who does not punish evil, commands it to be done."- Leonardo Da Vinci

Katlynn Marrie-Ann Black was working her "job" on a shady corner in the ghetto a couple of blocks from downtown. It was 2:47 a.m. An hour and thirteen minutes before "closing time". Katie was tired from her encounter with her previous "client" but she was in need of cash and was determined to get it at any cost (even dignity). Katie Black took pride in her job. She enjoyed manipulating men and was fairly skilled at it. By the end of the night, she would have her man and she would have her money.

After about fifteen minutes a stranger in a beat up truck came slowly rolling up to Katie's corner. The mans windows were rolled down. He pulled to a stop beside Katie and turned his engine off. Katie approached the mans vehicle. "Hey big guy, you look'n for a good time?" she asked through the mans passenger window. The man was tall, skinny and pale. He had short jet black hair and was wearing silver reflective aviators. His face hadn't been shaved in a couple of days. Above all of his features, his most dominant one was the overwhelming stench of whiskey. The man just sat there, motionless. I don't care how fucked up this guy is Katie thought. I'm gunna get his wallet. Katie put her hand on the edge of the window. "Hey fella, I said are you look'n for a good time?" The stranger removed his shades and turned to face Katie. "Indeed" he said simply. The mans emotionless face suddenly cracked a wide grin. Katie shuttered. The eyes of the man before her so deep and dark and his smile was maniacal. He looked like a shell of a man, empty on the inside and soulless. Get a hold of yourself Katie, she thought, he's just another nobody who can't get any. Katie got her edge back. "Well, maybe we should go somewhere a little more private. You gotta place big boy?" The stranger cracked an even wider grin "Get in."

Katie was skeptical of the stranger, but she was more determined than scared. After all, she was Katie Black- she always got her man and she always got her money. Fuck it, she thought, this prick is mine. Katie grabbed hold of the door handle and gave it a yank. At first, it didn't open. It was clearly one of the many things on this vehicle that was in need of repair. Katie mustered up some strength and cranked the door open on her second attempt. She got in and closed the door behind her. She wasn't going to be made a fool of a second time around, so instead of taking her chances with the door not closing, she slammed it closed upon sitting down. Katie noticed that there was no seat belt on her side. It was no biggy though, she rarely wore one anyways. The stranger just continued to sit there with his manic grin, looking out through the windshield. "Well, are we go'n somewhere or do you just wanna stay here?" Katie asked while reaching her left hand over to paw at the strangers package. When she did this, the smirk that had been occupying the strangers face vanished. His face went back to the original expressionless face it had been when  they had first met. Katie kept pawing at him. "What do you wanna do, hun?" she asked in a seductive manner. With one twist of the strangers wrist, the trucks engine came roaring to life. It made a constant puttering sound, like the heartbeat of a man on adrenaline. This surprised Katie, she didn't think the piece of shit would start. But it was nothing like the next surprise the stranger had in store. The man grabbed hold of the clutch and threw it in reverse. He then stomped on the gas. Katie's whole body was thrown forward and she whacked her head off the dashboard with immense force. Then, everything went black...

Katie woke up with a mindsplitting headache. "Ahhh..." she groaned. Katie opened her eyes. Blinding light. There was a light fixture directly above her. "Fuck!" she cried. Katie started to regain more consciousness and realized that her arms and legs were handcuffed to the corners of the bed she was on. The next thing she realized was that she was wearing a wedding dress. "Where the fuck am I!?" she demanded to no-one in particular. "This is my place..." the stranger spoke softly but his voice penetrated Katie's skull like an arrow shot from a crossbow. "Ahhh..." she groaned again. Katie looked for the voice. She saw the stranger standing in a corner of the room with a tuxedo on. "Who the fuck do you think you are!?" Katie yelled. "My name is not important. What is important is the sins you have commited... you have been ruining the lives of men for years and enjoy manipulating them." Katie was hysterical now. She looked wildly around the room. There was no windows, mould in every crevice and cracks in the walls. There was a shopping cart which contained some garbage bags, a pair of disposable laytex gloves and a small chainsaw. "You unlock these hand cuffs right now you son of a bitch! I am Katie Black!" The stranger approached Katie and stood next to her beside the bed. "I know who you are... and what you have done... you are going to pay for your sins..." The man walked toward the shopping cart and placed the laytex gloves on each hand, one at a time. Then he faced Katie "Do you have any final words?" Katie was sobbing now. It was all far too much. "Please, I'll do anything you want. I won't even charge you, just don't hurt me." The stranger acknowledged this and then grabbed hold of the chainsaw's handle with his right hand. He approached Katie and knealt down next to her. In her ear, he whispered "Fear me dear for I am death..." The stranger ripped the chainsaws cord with his left hand and it came screaming to life. Katie Black screamed as the man in the tuxedo brought his chainsaw down on her right thigh. Blood sprayed everywhere, ruining the pearl white dress she was wearing. The bone crunching pain was unbearable. No human being could tolerate that much pain. As a result, Katie passed out for the final time.

The gloves were used so that the man in the tuxedo would not loose his grip. The chainsaw was used to dismember the whore. The garbage bags were used to contain the pieces of  her corpse. Katie Black was found the next day scattered around the ghetto in six different garbage bags. Two contained her legs, two contained her arms, one contained her torso and the final bag contained her severed head. The question you have to ask yourself is this: did Katlynn Marrie-Ann Black deserve her fate? And remember, your answer and your perspective may differ from someones else's.

(Deeply inspired by the song "Whore to a Chainsaw" by Thy Art is Murder)

-Josh

Inspirational Quote

"To live is to experience. Go out there and try something new every day. It’s your life, make the most of it"

-Nick