Hollow Man 20: Precious Part 3

I released Teardrop Road on June 23, 2021. I think it was a Thursday. It was pretty devastating to put it out in the world on the big stage. Having your secrets on a blog is one thing. The worldwide stage opens up doubts and fears that I expected but could never prepare myself for. However, this… Continue reading Hollow Man 20: Precious Part 3

Hollow Man 10: Precious Part 1

I released Teardrop Road on June 23, 2021. I think it was a Thursday. It was pretty devastating to put it out in the world on the big stage. Having your secrets on a blog is one thing. The worldwide stage opens up doubts and fears that I expected but could never prepare myself for. However, this… Continue reading Hollow Man 10: Precious Part 1

Hollow Man 4: Strawberry

I released Teardrop Road on June 23, 2021. I think it was a Thursday. It was pretty devastating to put it out in the world on the big stage. Having your secrets on a blog is one thing. The worldwide stage opens up doubts and fears that I expected but could never prepare myself for.… Continue reading Hollow Man 4: Strawberry

Rise of the Storyteller 23: The Broken Boy

Of course, it all fell apart. It would be years before I found that sort of happiness again. For three months, Jazz and I were the second-best couple in Slinger Middle School. They were, at that point, the only three months of my life worth living. She was my first happiness. Our story was cut… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 23: The Broken Boy

Rise of the Storyteller 22: Sister Rage

Table lighter. High heel boot. Metal Thermos. And a butcher knife. We have a lot to do in this chapter so let’s get started. There was a time when people smoked in their houses. This was a while ago. Now most times smokers spend a lot of their time outside. Can’t smoke in restaurants anymore.… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 22: Sister Rage

Rise of the Storyteller 11: Malice

When you see evil as a victim, it becomes less of what it was. Char was a monster to me, but I know his father. I know the kind of life he led and I know about his own abuse. It does not change my hate of him, but it does kinda. It is hard… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 11: Malice

Rise of the Storyteller 10: Liechen’s War Part 2

I went back to 20th Street School years later. After my fear of the place had drifted off and I came to terms with my years there. I looked up from the sidewalk and noticed it looked more like a prison than I had ever seen. The building had a new name printed on it.… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 10: Liechen’s War Part 2

Rise of the Storyteller 8: Savior

Pride had them. I could see by the clock in the gym there was only two more minutes before the first bell that would call all of us to class. And Pride had planted his feet. Pride and I had gotten into a blistering fight one hot spring day when we were both in first… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 8: Savior

Rise of the Storyteller 7: Strong Urge to Fly

It was after 8 at night. I was in bed, my PJs on, my top sheet pulled up to my chin, my blankets at my feet. It was too hot for blankets that night. The night before fifth grade. The night it was born. The night my mind broke, once again, to form the one… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 7: Strong Urge to Fly

Rise of the Storyteller 6: Cloaked in a Mushroom Suit

I was obsessed with black girls. I could stare at them all day, and often did. There was, in my eyes nothing so beautiful, nothing so exotic, and nothing so powerful as a black girl. I told one once that I thought she was pretty. Very sweetly, she thanked me then walked over to a… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 6: Cloaked in a Mushroom Suit