Tag: G.I. Joe

in The Horizon

You never got much notice on a thing like this. Maybe a day, maybe two. Rose complained, but the women of the Mocking family have little power, and she knew not to fight it. “Just remember he’s a pathological liar,” Rose said as I made for the door. “You can’t believe anything that Ball says.…

The Sin Eater 12: Aunt Easy Part 2

Jul 17, 2023

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in The Horizon

“I heard that you have a new friend,” Uncle Ball said to Shadow. Shadow had no idea who this person was except that he was important, and that he was fun, and that he was dangerous. Nothing scared Shadow, and after a few hours of this guy talking to Rose, Shadow found himself in the…

The Sin Eater 10: Waynesville Part 1

Jul 15, 2023

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in The Horizon

My name is Joe. I disappeared for a long time between Bekah and I breaking up in 1998 and the writing of Teardrop Road. When I came back, I had no idea what all of this technology was about. I didn’t know what a cell phone was. Computers had been taught to me by Mr.…

Rise of the Storyteller 36: The Beginning of My Life

Jan 8, 2022

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“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…

Rise of the Storyteller 24: Pop

Jan 7, 2022

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Sixth grade in Slinger came in roaring. Girls, jacket, middle school, Ruffle, X, Grr, Jazz, G.I. Joe and Way Cool Junior. However, when I got to Waynesville, Missouri, and went to the last two weeks of sixth grade in a totally new school, with totally new kids, in a totally new town, I found it…

Rise of the Storyteller 23: The Broken Boy

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Of course, it all fell apart. It would be years before I found that sort of happiness again. For three months, Jazz and I were the second-best couple in Slinger Middle School. They were, at that point, the only three months of my life worth living. She was my first happiness. Our story was cut…

Rise of the Storyteller 21: Young Guns

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X pulled his knife and stopped at the car parked outside the bar. “What?” I said. It was dark, it was cold. We had just trashed someone’s house and I wanted to get home. “I’m stealing this,” he said. I had no idea what he was talking about. I looked carefully and saw a blob…

Rise of the Storyteller 19: A Stolen ID

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“Absolutely not, Joe,” Jazz said. She stepped in front of me in a cloud of girls, right after I stepped off the bus, and she looked up at me. I was for my feet. My eyes, my heart, my body seemed stuck on the ground. “This is how you lost Ruffle,” Jazz said. It was…

Rise of the Storyteller 18: Rumors and Betrayal

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