He shifted out and Siren set a plate of Hamburger Helper in front of him. He looked around and did not know where he was. He looked at the chair he sat on, the bed with the sheets he had slept on for a while, and he saw the TV, the stereo, and the coffee… Continue reading Aftermath Guardian’s War 9: Shade
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Aftermath Guardian’s War 3: Conductor
In the summer of 2001, the game changed forever. A bridge was created that changed it all. I will preface this by saying that it is amazing what the human mind can do, and by saying that this is all true. Some of the experts who know this disorder will dispute this as impossible, but… Continue reading Aftermath Guardian’s War 3: Conductor
Aftermath New Girl 8: Second Christmas
The second Christmas after Bekah entered my life is nothing but a huge confusing blur of gifts, pain, love, and more confusion. I remember four Christmas celebrations. I don’t remember what order they came in. I don’t remember everything about them. All I can say is that it all started with a missing 250 dollars.… Continue reading Aftermath New Girl 8: Second Christmas
The Accompanist
When Bekah and I decided to self-publish Liefdom we had a problem. We had to show the world the greatest final product that we could manage. We had gotten it edited by The Genius. We had written it and polished it. Liefdom had been put through six rewrites. Bekah had sorted through every word and… Continue reading The Accompanist
Lost Confessions: Art
I read Artist’s blog last night and it really hit home to me. It was written in response to “Purpose” a blog written by Guardian many moons ago. I read it a few times and then it started to become familiar to me. As if I had read it before. I checked with Informer and… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Art
Lost Confessions: Purpose
A knife was made to cut. A gun was made to shoot. I was made to protect. In the worst years of my life, when I was a boy of about six or seven, I came about as a result of training. See my father wanted a bodyguard for the only thing he loved on… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Purpose
Lost Confessions: Living Room 5
You’re not going to fucking believe this. Shit I don’t know if I do. I wasn’t going to blog about this at all, but I figured I had already drawn you in with the first few, so I might as well put out the final entry on this subject. After this one, I am done… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Living Room 5
Lost Confessions: Light
He would not have her while I breathed. He was a vile poison and she was life itself. What do I say about my love, my partner, my sacred? How do I make you see her as I do? Well, I can’t. I will fail you if you try to look through my eyes. But… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Light
Pain
“So what do we know?” I asked Job and Regina. We were at an Chinese restaurant. We were full and smoking. “Shadow, Guardian, Shush,” I said. “Servant, Teth, and Assassin,” Regina added, “and that one who came out last night that we couldn’t get anything out of, do you remember that?” “I do,” Job said.… Continue reading Pain
Family
“Can I come? I can help tell the story,” Regina said. I was already out of the car in the parking lot of Phelps Grove park when the question was being asked. She looked at me from the driver’s seat, trying to figure a way to make me let her come. That was not going… Continue reading Family
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