Aftermath New Girl 1: War

Here we are again. Another blog blast. The last one was Hollow Man. Told the story of my ex-girlfriends and the impact they had on me. What they turned me into and what I learned from them. But awhile ago, I did a series of blogs called The New Girl. Months ago now, I think,… Continue reading Aftermath New Girl 1: War

Rise of the Storyteller 7: Strong Urge to Fly

It was after 8 at night. I was in bed, my PJs on, my top sheet pulled up to my chin, my blankets at my feet. It was too hot for blankets that night. The night before fifth grade. The night it was born. The night my mind broke, once again, to form the one… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 7: Strong Urge to Fly

Rise of the Storyteller 4: Matching Blades

I don’t think my second grade teacher, Mrs. Herring, hated children when she started teaching at 20th Street School, but by the time she got to me, I think it was starting to happen. Teaching is a punishing job. You see one kid after the next that you can’t save. Can’t save from bullying, can’t… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 4: Matching Blades

The Progenitor 2: Char’s Legacy

It started at about eight that night. I had been reading to occupy my mind. I would guess Guardian. Maybe Shadow. I was sixteen, laying in a bed in Milwaukee in my aunt’s house in the attic where mice used to terrorize me, when the first pang of pain hit me. It felt like the… Continue reading The Progenitor 2: Char’s Legacy

The Progenitor 1: Teaching Me How To Fight

You know they called the Son of Sam the .44 Caliber Killer until he was caught and they saw what he really was. You know there is this part in the movie Gangs of New York, directed by Martin Scorsese, where the leader of the Dead Rabbits is walking Monk’s body down the street, and… Continue reading The Progenitor 1: Teaching Me How To Fight

The New Girl 22: The Portrait

Guardian and Bekah were eating a sad meal at the cafeteria. They could barely look at each other. Just a graze of the eyes hurt. It hurt just to be near one another, but if they could get a moment, they would. Bekah was talking about her art classes and said she needed to draw… Continue reading The New Girl 22: The Portrait

The New Girl 20: The One Great Night

Shadow told himself no when Cheech knocked. Cheech was our one truly good friend in Wells. He lived right up the hall and would have done anything for us. He was young. Had graduated high school two years early because he was brilliant. His father was rich and wanted as little to do with him… Continue reading The New Girl 20: The One Great Night

The New Girl 8: Milwaukee Part 2

Bekah’s body was soft. I could feel the warmth of the room and the dancing all radiating off her in a way that made me feel safe and loved. As I held her, and we swayed to the music of the anniversary party, I realized I had never loved anyone or anything as much as… Continue reading The New Girl 8: Milwaukee Part 2

Guardian’s War 21: Throwing it All Away, Part 1

He marched from Siren’s car, slamming the door behind him, his head down, his eyes at his feet. She rolled down the window. “Do you want me to come with you?” she said. “No,” he answered. As Assassin walked across the grass of the front yard of our house on Normal Street, he saw Grasp… Continue reading Guardian’s War 21: Throwing it All Away, Part 1

Guardian’s War 20: The Mob

New things were put into place. I was never to be left alone again. While Bekah was asleep, I was with Job and Anton. When I was at school that was fine, but after school, I would go to the Art Department and wait in Bekah’s labs. She was an art student so she had… Continue reading Guardian’s War 20: The Mob