The Shieldmaidens 10: Heart

And I bow as I step onto the dance floor, and the strings strain, and the bodies around us move. Bodies of abusers and saviors. Rose dances with Olsen, Destiny with Tiger. The music plays, we all twirl, and I take each of the next stories out onto the floor. The waltz is the most… Continue reading The Shieldmaidens 10: Heart

The Shieldmaidens 1: T Part 1

And I bow as I step onto the dance floor, and the strings strain, and the bodies around us move. Bodies of abusers and saviors. Rose dances with Olsen, Destiny with Tiger. The music plays, we all twirl, and I take each of the next stories out onto the floor. The waltz is the most… Continue reading The Shieldmaidens 1: T Part 1

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

Lost Confessions: Scratch, Part 3

At the very end of my senior year, I was working my shift at Pizza Hut when my short, neurotic manager spun me around. Business was booming and pizza was flying everywhere. “You have visitors. Two girls. Big surprise. You have two minutes and I need you back here.” She buzzed away. I looked up… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Scratch, Part 3

Lost Confessions: Scratch, Part 2

When I was a sophomore in high school, my sister got kicked out of the house. My mother, who had been locked in a brutal war with Lisa since my sister was six, had finally justified herself in tossing Lisa away. While my sister was off at a school homecoming event, Mom made Servant pack… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Scratch, Part 2

Lost Confessions: Scratch, Part 1

In seventh grade I was pretty much a joke. I had no friends. I was wildly unpopular. I was laughed at, I was threatened, I was tortured. At school my sister met a girl named T, from across the room they became best friends. T was a headbanger. She dressed like a headbanger. She walked… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Scratch, Part 1