Tag: Draconic
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The Sin Eater 17: The Mocking Family Reunion
Me and Ty went through a Simon and Garfunkel phase. I am just a poor boy Though my story’s seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises I copied the tape so I could practice for our rides and I was getting good. I had all the harmonies…
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The Sin Eater 16: One Day
Me and Ty went through a Simon and Garfunkel phase. He had a car and I didn’t. It was a white compact car and it had been his father’s. We were both in choir and we were both stars. He took Simon, I took Garfunkel. Simon is lead. We learned every word. I learned every…
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The Shieldmaidens 15: Love
And I bow as I step onto the dance floor, and the strings strain, and the bodies around us move. Bodies of abusers and saviors. Rose dances with Olsen, Destiny with Tiger. The music plays, we all twirl, and I take each of the next stories out onto the floor. The waltz is the most…
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The Shieldmaidens 14: Lioness
And I bow as I step onto the dance floor, and the strings strain, and the bodies around us move. Bodies of abusers and saviors. Rose dances with Olsen, Destiny with Tiger. The music plays, we all twirl, and I take each of the next stories out onto the floor. The waltz is the most…
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The Round Table 6: Chalice Part 3
Yesterday was release day for a book I wrote called Beacon, book one of the Nation of Five series. The book is about young men and an impossible task they set before themselves. Well, I know a lot about impossible tasks. I’m a DID survivor who suffers from hallucinations. I have bipolar and Non-24-Hour Sleep-Wake Disorder. Getting…
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The Round Table 4: Chalice Part 2
Yesterday was release day for a book I wrote called Beacon, book one of the Nation of Five series. The book is about young men and an impossible task they set before themselves. Well, I know a lot about impossible tasks. I’m a DID survivor who suffers from hallucinations. I have bipolar and Non-24-Hour Sleep-Wake Disorder. Getting…
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Rise of the Storyteller 34: One Last Bite
There was a pounding on my door that didn’t wake me from my stupor. Its suddenness, its violence didn’t alarm me or cause me to jump. I took it as easy as the next breath. And though the pounding on my door was oppressive and angry, it was almost as if I had been expecting…
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Rise of the Storyteller 32: Draconic
One day, while I was on the phone with Draconic, her sister yelled from the background, “Is that Weiner Schnitzel?” Draconic hissed and the sister laughed. We went on talking. I pretended I did not hear her nickname for me, because I knew what it meant. She could not get me hard. No matter how…
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Rise of the Storyteller 31: Call Backs
I was leaning against the wall in the hallway before school. There were kids everywhere. Teachers. There were colors and textures, hair and eyes, and all of it made of the world a swift moving wave of emotions and sensations that brought my head to swimming. I closed my eyes, focused, and, in the mess…