There was a pounding on my door that didn’t wake me from my stupor. Its suddenness, its violence didn’t alarm me or cause me to jump. I took it as easy as the next breath. And though the pounding on my door was oppressive and angry, it was almost as if I had been expecting… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 34: One Last Bite
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Rise of the Storyteller 32: Draconic
One day, while I was on the phone with Draconic, her sister yelled from the background, “Is that Weiner Schnitzel?” Draconic hissed and the sister laughed. We went on talking. I pretended I did not hear her nickname for me, because I knew what it meant. She could not get me hard. No matter how… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 32: Draconic
Rise of the Storyteller 31: Call Backs
I was leaning against the wall in the hallway before school. There were kids everywhere. Teachers. There were colors and textures, hair and eyes, and all of it made of the world a swift moving wave of emotions and sensations that brought my head to swimming. I closed my eyes, focused, and, in the mess… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 31: Call Backs
Rise of the Storyteller 30: The Four Queens
I won’t talk about my sophomore year. I plotted my own death three times that year. I ran with the worst people I could find. I hurt people, and myself. I dated a spattering of girls I left behind me like a carpet of broken hearts. I had been abandoned and it was drying me… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 30: The Four Queens
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