In the end they all turned on me. Or I walked away. Or the money ran out. Or it all just got to be too much. The Writers Club crowd that had somehow morphed into the Degenerates died. We came apart as if tossed by a cold wind. We got a place together as the… Continue reading The Last Bit of Warmth
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The Beginning of the End
The next day found us at Chanel’s house. Basic had picked up me and Walleye. Jammy’s mom had grabbed her and Katty. There was still no sign of Harvard, but Chanel had called him and commanded him to come see her. He had fought against it for a while, but she had made her demand.… Continue reading The Beginning of the End
Collision
The event that changed it all, I was not even present for. I had graduated high school and my mother threw me in the car and took me to Milwaukee. She did not want me hanging out with my friends or going to any celebrations. I went to Wisconsin for two weeks, and when I… Continue reading Collision
Unbridled
“Fuck the intercom,” Brett read. He had needed something to read at Group. This was what he had come up with. “Fuck the fucking intercom.” It used to interrupt us with announcements all the time in the middle of a reading. “Fuck the fucking, fucking intercom.” Mrs. Bronte erupted. “This is not appropriate for this… Continue reading Unbridled
The Long Dark Road
“Do you know the last time he took a bath?” Careful asked. I held the phone in my hand and looked at the ceiling. The kitchen light was off, and I was on the floor. It was cold and I was getting pissed. The thing with Careful was growing a darker shade than I wanted… Continue reading The Long Dark Road
To Destroy Something Beautiful
It wasn’t long before Harvard read for Writers Club. To my recollection he read in Writers Club twice. This first time, it was a poem. It was dark, gritty. It gave off a rotting smell, had sour breath. It was a poem that made you feel like being other places, a poem to curl the… Continue reading To Destroy Something Beautiful
Nemesis
We left Writers Club that first day and piled in with Harvard. Careful took the front seat. She was Harvard’s, and we all knew her a queen. The rest of us, Walleye, Chanel, Glare, and I, scrunched into the back seat. First, food—Harvard was buying—then Wal-Mart. This was back when the store had a soul,… Continue reading Nemesis
