Rise of the Tellers 16: Eldest

Christmas 2005 and me and Bekah have opened all of our presents before going to her parents’ house and we look around the house. We look at the tree. We look at each other and we can feel it. There is a gaping hole here. Something is missing from our lives. Someone. Not long after,… Continue reading Rise of the Tellers 16: Eldest

The Leviathan of Devil’s Elbow

Tossing and turning with darkness and melancholy on my chest, I rolled out of bed and dressed slowly. It was girls; it was my sister; it was an oppressive home and a bone-deep sadness that held back sleep, but it was also a calling. Something from far away was calling. A yearning, a need, a… Continue reading The Leviathan of Devil’s Elbow