Here we are again. In a fantasy book I haven’t published yet, these two young warriors are escaping an enemy, and they approach a bridge, and the leader yells out, “I’m gonna do it again!” The other one says, “You won’t be happy til you get us killed.” And then they both jump over the… Continue reading The Round Table 28: Mark Part 2
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The New Girl 8: Milwaukee Part 2
Bekah’s body was soft. I could feel the warmth of the room and the dancing all radiating off her in a way that made me feel safe and loved. As I held her, and we swayed to the music of the anniversary party, I realized I had never loved anyone or anything as much as… Continue reading The New Girl 8: Milwaukee Part 2
Invasion
You cannot believe the kind of liquid terror that ran through my entire body when Meek told us that next morning. We stared, shocked and betrayed. I felt as if there was a stalking demon behind me. And though I did not want her to repeat herself, she did anyway. “Latin Kings lost last night.… Continue reading Invasion
First Blood
When you are a boy growing up in the year 1985 there are so many cool things going on around you. But of all these things nothing exists that is as pure and as righteous as Rambo. Me and Cage adored Rambo. He was our hero. We were growing up with the ramifications of Vietnam.… Continue reading First Blood
Meek’s Song
I can’t tell you why she did it. I can’t tell you much about what was going on in Meek’s house when she was twelve. I can’t tell you what drove her to pack a few things in a rush and leave her home for the streets of Milwaukee. She was a good girl. She… Continue reading Meek’s Song
The End of Aggression
Well, Cage was big. He was broad in the shoulders and had big hands, and he had a meanness to him that would take him by surprise. He could not understand it. Could not place the thing within him that made him aggressive. Every now and then, for no reason and with no provocation, he… Continue reading The End of Aggression
Saving the Wasteland
Mom saw a snake. It got bigger with each telling. Went from about the length of a spatula to as long as her leg. It went from striped to hooded, went from a greenish yellow to pitch black. My stepfather told her she had stumbled on a hose sitting in the backyard in the grass,… Continue reading Saving the Wasteland
Stealing Marbles
Every time we moved into a new house my mother did the same scam. She convinced the landlord to buy her a few gallons of paint, a couple of brushes and a roller, and she would paint the entire house if he would give her a cut on the first month’s rent. When we moved… Continue reading Stealing Marbles
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