Rise of the Storyteller 22: Sister Rage

Table lighter. High heel boot. Metal Thermos. And a butcher knife. We have a lot to do in this chapter so let’s get started. There was a time when people smoked in their houses. This was a while ago. Now most times smokers spend a lot of their time outside. Can’t smoke in restaurants anymore.… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 22: Sister Rage

Rise of the Storyteller 18: Rumors and Betrayal

Girls up front by the big double doors. Boys in the back. There was a rule to this thing. The girls did not bother the boys. The boys left the girls alone. Wait. I’m not doing this right. When I was in my twenties and going to college in Springfield, I went out with D… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 18: Rumors and Betrayal

Rise of the Storyteller 17: Bonnie

Climbing the cedar was the worst part of the morning. Cedar trees are not strong. Not this kind. They are whips of things, and bendy. The leaves, if you want to call them that, are more quills than leaves at all, small, sharp, and tough enough to slice like blades. I got gloves for Christmas,… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 17: Bonnie

Rise of the Storyteller 7: Strong Urge to Fly

It was after 8 at night. I was in bed, my PJs on, my top sheet pulled up to my chin, my blankets at my feet. It was too hot for blankets that night. The night before fifth grade. The night it was born. The night my mind broke, once again, to form the one… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 7: Strong Urge to Fly

The New Girl 9: The Maître d’

“Well, you can’t use my kitchen. I have a husband to cook for. See, I’m a wife who cooks for the man she loves,” Rose said. Shadow stepped forward when a thing swooped down from below. That is the best way to describe it. You’re probably scratching your head thinking things swoop from above and… Continue reading The New Girl 9: The Maître d’

Guardian’s War 22: Throwing it All Away, Part 2

“Come on, we are going,” Job said. He shook my foot and I looked up at him. It was morning. I was never awake in the morning. I wanted to tell him to fuck off and then go back to sleep, but I couldn’t. This was his house. I was his guest. I had no… Continue reading Guardian’s War 22: Throwing it All Away, Part 2

Guardian’s War 21: Throwing it All Away, Part 1

He marched from Siren’s car, slamming the door behind him, his head down, his eyes at his feet. She rolled down the window. “Do you want me to come with you?” she said. “No,” he answered. As Assassin walked across the grass of the front yard of our house on Normal Street, he saw Grasp… Continue reading Guardian’s War 21: Throwing it All Away, Part 1

Guardian’s War 19: The Battle of Normal Street, Part 2

Something wicked was on my front porch and as the knock sounded, Assassin knew exactly what it was. Something wicked was on my front porch and as the knock sounded, Shadow knew exactly what it was. Something wicked was on my front porch and as the knock sounded, Guardian knew exactly what it was. He… Continue reading Guardian’s War 19: The Battle of Normal Street, Part 2

Guardian’s War 18: The Battle of Normal Street, Part 1

“Can you get me a drink?” I asked. She got up. She got me a drink out of the kitchen. She handed it to me and she sat back down. I counted to five. “Can you put in the movie Braveheart? It’s right over there.” I pointed with the remote. Bekah got up from her… Continue reading Guardian’s War 18: The Battle of Normal Street, Part 1

Guardian’s War 17: ICU

“This is the poison in your system working its way out,” Steven said over the sound of my heaving. “This is all of the dark emotion and lies that have been fed to you working its way out. This is a good thing. Keep going.” I had started throwing up about ten minutes into our… Continue reading Guardian’s War 17: ICU