Tag: Shadow
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My Apocrypha 19: The Pug
So near the beginning of Guardian’s War, the semester ended and summer hung over me hot and heavy. My film class had a big guy who sat next to me, and we became pretty close. He was a cool guy until I invited him to my house and he parked on my lawn. He pulled…
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My Apocrypha 15: Limbs, Anger, a Phone Call, and Siblings
“Come,” X said over the phone, “now!” Then he hung up. Usually we screened calls by letting the answering machine get them first. When I heard X’s voice, I ran and grabbed the phone. “X, X, are you okay?” I was near panicking because I had never heard that sound to his voice before. “X?”…
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My Apocrypha 14: The Reunion of Two Monsters
Didn’t get much sleep that night. Allenton was a bit of a maze when you wanted it to be, and after dodging the State Troopers in the helpful dark of the reluctant dawn, X and I barely got home without cherry lights and the searchlight. It took us a while to get started that night,…
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My Apocrypha 10: Guardian’s Nazis
After what Ronin did in front of Cheech, things had to change, and Cheech was going to make sure they did. See, all of the guys in the dorm treated me as if I was a cute pet. They saw me whining about a girl, saw that I couldn’t land a lay, and they just…
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My Apocrypha 7: Artist’s Strippers
So Tony got married in 2000. He pretty much knew she was the one from the first time he saw her. She was lean and gorgeous with the greatest sense of humor I had seen in a woman since Bekah. I am going to call her Claws. I call her this because she made fun…
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My Apocrypha 6: The Connected Guy
I didn’t go to my Senior prom. I felt trapped by Mary into going with her and I couldn’t make myself do it. Prom night I spent at Harvard’s house playing Dungeons and Dragons and stick fighting. After the game, we turned off every light in his house and hid. He stayed downstairs with Brett…
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My Apocrypha 5: No, You Do Not Wanna Do That
So imagine what it’s like to be my niece or my nephew. First of all, I love them all dearly. They mean the world to me. And usually, as a kid, they’re apathetic to me. You have to be a little sophisticated in order to truly appreciate my level of chaos. The magic number is…
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My Apocrypha 3: Jasmine’s Scarf
This is the story of a broken girl crumbling. This is the story of a single garment. This is a story about Ronin, I guess, and a driveway. This is a story of the Waynesville High School Mafia. The Mafia was started by accident, I guess. A slip of the tongue made by an, at…
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The Sin Eater 28: Foul Water
“Is this what they look like now?” I asked Grandma Mocking. It had been over two years since I had been back to Waynesville to see anyone, and I chose to start my attack here. “Yup, that is them. There is sweet Dewdrop and that is Ball’s Little Man. You would be so proud of…
