Rise of the Storyteller 36: The Beginning of My Life

“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… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 36: The Beginning of My Life

Rise of the Storyteller 30: The Four Queens

I won’t talk about my sophomore year. I plotted my own death three times that year. I ran with the worst people I could find. I hurt people, and myself. I dated a spattering of girls I left behind me like a carpet of broken hearts. I had been abandoned and it was drying me… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 30: The Four Queens

Rise of the Storyteller 26: Less No More

You gotta understand, she had done this before. In seventh grade, I had a friend. Best friend. Well, what I thought was a best friend, named Blank. One day he had a birthday party at his house. The entire church youth group was invited and we all came. There was hair band music. Cake and… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 26: Less No More

Rise of the Storyteller 24: Pop

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… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 24: Pop

In the Name of the Father 20: Guardian

As Guardian walks the desert, he feels the sun. He is hungry and he drops the bottle of Fighting Cock in his hand. It lands tip down and in moments, all the bourbon has drained into the sand. He stumbles on sobbing. In the distance he sees an object and turns his feet in that… Continue reading In the Name of the Father 20: Guardian

In the Name of the Father 19: In the Beginning

I haven’t eaten since midnight yesterday morning. It is 5:44 a.m. and I have days left in this fast. I drank one gallon of water today. I have abstained from smoking, caffeine, and sex. I am wearing a white shirt and black pants. In the days of the holy knight, black signified death, white purity,… Continue reading In the Name of the Father 19: In the Beginning

In the Name of the Father 18: Sasquatch Part 7

Wanna see it fall? Wanna see everything that Harmony built, everything that Brother Faith, Brother Justice, Brother Hoss, Rose, and Unity Church gave Adam crumble to the ground at his feet and burn to ash? In order to understand the true issue between Adam’s fall from God, we have to get one last gift from… Continue reading In the Name of the Father 18: Sasquatch Part 7

In the Name of the Father 17: The Aftermath of Normal Street

Have you ever known you were in the right place at the right time? That everything in your life had brought you to this one event? That no one could have done what you were doing right then? Guardian knows how that feels. When your life comes to a head and all of it matters,… Continue reading In the Name of the Father 17: The Aftermath of Normal Street

In the Name of the Father 4: Sasquatch Part 2

We were walking in the street by Sasquatch’s house late at night on a Friday. “I don’t know about you but this was how my friends and I used to do it,” he said. “Just walk the road. Right down the middle of the street in the city. You get out of the way of… Continue reading In the Name of the Father 4: Sasquatch Part 2

In the Name of the Father 3: Camelot Part 1

“For the love of all that is fuck, this girl has an ass like ‘yes, please,’” Shadow said. Arthur smiled and nodded. He looked me up and down, then back into my eyes with interest. “Long hair, about to the breasts. Very straight. She tucks it behind her ears. Face of an angel. Smile of… Continue reading In the Name of the Father 3: Camelot Part 1