I love you and I can’t live without you. I love you and I can’t live without you. I love you and I can’t live without you. And it’s on a loop in my head now, words I spoke, words I wrote, words that consumed my every breathing, every living moment. For I loved my… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 37: The Secret to Teardrop Road
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Rise of the Storyteller 36: The Beginning of My Life
“If you make them leave, all of them, you can do anything you want to me all night.” It’s probably three o’clock in the morning, and this is Trashy’s last effort. Trashy is a girl who knows she’s hot. She’s been convinced by every man who ever touched her, every boy who ever looked at… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 36: The Beginning of My Life
In the Name of the Father 24: Adam
Adam sits at his desk and around him the walls rip off. He has no roof. He has no walls. His floor is sand and his desk is an altar. He has cleared everything extra off this desk and now looks at a huge table with little on it except the computer and a lamp.… Continue reading In the Name of the Father 24: Adam
In the Name of the Father 22: Servant
Servant walks into the desert, and he feels tired. He feels weak and empty. He has been fasting for three days and he is exhausted. He did this for all of us. He did this because we asked him to. He did this because it is in his nature to serve. He walks for what… Continue reading In the Name of the Father 22: Servant
In the Name of the Father 21: Shadow
Shadow stomps his path of flame as he steps into the desert and he burns. His feet burn, his legs burn, his hips burn. He sees in the distance, he is headed for an object jutting out of the sand. He gets closer and sees it is a statue. When he gets closer, he sees… Continue reading In the Name of the Father 21: Shadow
In the Name of the Father 20: Guardian
As Guardian walks the desert, he feels the sun. He is hungry and he drops the bottle of Fighting Cock in his hand. It lands tip down and in moments, all the bourbon has drained into the sand. He stumbles on sobbing. In the distance he sees an object and turns his feet in that… Continue reading In the Name of the Father 20: Guardian
In the Name of the Father 19: In the Beginning
I haven’t eaten since midnight yesterday morning. It is 5:44 a.m. and I have days left in this fast. I drank one gallon of water today. I have abstained from smoking, caffeine, and sex. I am wearing a white shirt and black pants. In the days of the holy knight, black signified death, white purity,… Continue reading In the Name of the Father 19: In the Beginning
In the Name of the Father 17: The Aftermath of Normal Street
Have you ever known you were in the right place at the right time? That everything in your life had brought you to this one event? That no one could have done what you were doing right then? Guardian knows how that feels. When your life comes to a head and all of it matters,… Continue reading In the Name of the Father 17: The Aftermath of Normal Street
In the Name of the Father 14: Sasquatch 5
Therapy is supposed to cost 24 bucks. That is, after Medicare hits it, paying most of it and leaving me with this copay. See Medicare is no joke. It is the best insurance any of us has ever seen. Over the years it has been cut again and again. It is on a butcher’s block… Continue reading In the Name of the Father 14: Sasquatch 5
In the Name of the Father 8: Pickleman’s
They went into martial arts when they were young. How young, you might ask? Well, my boys went to Dunham’s Martial Arts, to get started on a promise they had been given when they were infants, when Rayph was six and Tobin was five. Right next door was a place called Pickleman’s. Rayph was in… Continue reading In the Name of the Father 8: Pickleman’s
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