Rise of the Storyteller 21: Young Guns

X pulled his knife and stopped at the car parked outside the bar. “What?” I said. It was dark, it was cold. We had just trashed someone’s house and I wanted to get home. “I’m stealing this,” he said. I had no idea what he was talking about. I looked carefully and saw a blob… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 21: Young Guns

Rise of the Storyteller 16: The Darkness of Slinger Middle School Part 2

There is a chapel somewhere that had its ceiling painted by a guy, I think his name was Mikey. Well, there was this priest who really hated Mikey. Tried really hard to get him fired, tried to get him in trouble. This priest was a dick and he was fucking with a painter. A good… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 16: The Darkness of Slinger Middle School Part 2

Rise of the Storyteller 13: X

Science, and I am trying to remember the wording of the lecture I had heard two days before. See, I had learned with Mr. Liechin how to memorize so I didn’t have to do the homework. I never, not once, did a single stitch of homework in Slinger. I just took tests. I read books… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 13: X

Rise of the Storyteller 12: Slinger

Mullets. They all had mullets. The boys at my new middle school were all business in the front. They had a party in the back, but for sure all business up front. And pokey, too. They loved to take mousse and spike their hair up tall. I guess the business they had up front was… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 12: Slinger