Guardian’s War 8: Packing Grasp

Five months after I made that call, I was at Mumble and Horrid’s house walking to the kitchen when I saw Star coming out of the bathroom, shielding her eyes from the door to her right. I saw this look of emotional turmoil and stopped her with a hug. “Okay, my dear sister, what is… Continue reading Guardian’s War 8: Packing Grasp

Guardian’s War 7: Clean

I was standing outside my house on Normal Street, waiting in the cold of an autumn night after a rain. The roads were still slick and hissing with the passing of cars when Clean pulled up in his Impala. He had called. Told me he needed a friend. When I got in the passenger side… Continue reading Guardian’s War 7: Clean

Guardian’s War 3: A Thank You

All the way home, Guardian raged. So many times, he broke down crying. He cursed everything he knew, and he hurt. But more than anything else, Guardian was shutting down. They say that when you are freezing to death your body starts to shut down its extremities. Your fingers stop working and die first, along… Continue reading Guardian’s War 3: A Thank You