Guardian’s War 12: Star

We came into town and went straight to Mumble and Horrid’s house. I sent Bekah in to check on the girls, and I went to Uncle Ball’s house next door. I knocked. I let myself in. Walked around the house for a while, calling out his name. This was not usually a time of day… Continue reading Guardian’s War 12: Star

Guardian’s War 11: Love in a Box

There is a thing that happens when fate comes to you. Often it is not what you expected, or even desired. When I went out to visit Mumble at work that day, and I was talking to him about how I was failing my classes, he interrupted me to say, “Do you want a dog?”… Continue reading Guardian’s War 11: Love in a Box

Guardian’s War 10: Roommate

On a visit to Rose’s house, she said she had a movie she really wanted me to watch. In fact, she called me that week and asked me to come down specifically to see this movie with her. She sat me down in front of the TV and she showed me a Charles Dutton movie.… Continue reading Guardian’s War 10: Roommate

Guardian’s War 9: The Journal

Few house-cleaning maintenance facts to throw out about the creation of this series. My wife has started to see things. Usually in dreams. She sees my alters. They are constructed of shadows and wisps of things, but they are there. Last night she dreamt of a figure following me around trying to “get” me. When… Continue reading Guardian’s War 9: The Journal

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 6: The Rosy

Bekah woke me up with a smile and a laugh. I think she had food for me. She might have been returning something to me. I don’t remember why she came by. If I asked her right now, if I turned to the right in my chair and looked across the office to the chair… Continue reading Guardian’s War 6: The Rosy

Guardian’s War 5: Restless Impotence

I slept for two hours that night and thirty minutes the night before. I woke up out of a haze in class and realized I had sat halfway through the class after mine, and it would be a rush to get to therapy on time. I jumped to my feet, while the teacher was teaching… Continue reading Guardian’s War 5: Restless Impotence

Guardian’s War 4: A Meeting with Rose

It was the phone again, and this time it was Uncle Ball. “Well, they have found medical evidence.” He sounded broken. “We know for sure now that it has happened. No one was lying. I’m just so pissed at your mother.” “Medical evidence?” “Yeah, they did an examination.” “Why are you pissed at Rose?” I… Continue reading Guardian’s War 4: A Meeting with Rose

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