Tag: Rasha
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My Apocrypha 16: King
I believe it was March 4, 2001, that the city of Springfield celebrated Fat Tuesday. Now if you want to get technical, that is the Saturday before Fat Tuesday, but we are in Missouri, not New Orleans, and the bars figured, fuck it, close enough. Downtown planned a pub crawl, and for about twenty dollars…
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Guardian’s War 13: A Lungful of Smoke
Not asleep. Not awake. It’s after two in the morning. Bekah is asleep, and I crawl out of bed unable to fall into a solid rest. I get to the living room and I let Katherine out of her crate and the two of us sit on the couch. I am petting her. I lay…
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Guardian’s War 8: Packing Grasp
Five months after I made that call, I was at Mumble and Horrid’s house walking to the kitchen when I saw Star coming out of the bathroom, shielding her eyes from the door to her right. I saw this look of emotional turmoil and stopped her with a hug. “Okay, my dear sister, what is…
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Guardian’s War 7: Clean
I was standing outside my house on Normal Street, waiting in the cold of an autumn night after a rain. The roads were still slick and hissing with the passing of cars when Clean pulled up in his Impala. He had called. Told me he needed a friend. When I got in the passenger side…
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Guardian’s War 3: A Thank You
All the way home, Guardian raged. So many times, he broke down crying. He cursed everything he knew, and he hurt. But more than anything else, Guardian was shutting down. They say that when you are freezing to death your body starts to shut down its extremities. Your fingers stop working and die first, along…
Jesse Teller 