Rise of the Tellers 19: The Coming of Adam

Hello my name is Tier-ti na-mun. I was asked by my master to come and try to explain to you what happened in 2011 that made everything possible. I am here then to tell you about the coming of Adam. I am here to tell you about how the mind was gathered and mastered. For… Continue reading Rise of the Tellers 19: The Coming of Adam

Rise of the Tellers 18: Acceptance

Sit down we have a lot to do in this chapter and we need to get started now. We are going to start in the Wasteland. I have to show you how eight years after the Battle of Normal Street, Assassin finally found peace. Now it is dark in the Wasteland and there is nothing… Continue reading Rise of the Tellers 18: Acceptance

Rise of the Tellers 10: Waiting for the News

The drive was awesome. It always was. Every time me and Bekah had ever or have ever gotten in the car to drive a long distance, we have had a blast. I drive. All the way no breaks. She talks and gets me snacks and drinks and we laugh and play. I tend to talk… Continue reading Rise of the Tellers 10: Waiting for the News

Aftermath Guardian’s War 17: Summit

“Do you love him?” I ask, and she looks at the bed under me for a moment and shakes her head. “No, I don’t love him. I just like him, and I can’t do this anymore,” Bekah says. She is talking. She is saying something, and I need to be focused on her, but every… Continue reading Aftermath Guardian’s War 17: Summit

Aftermath Guardian’s War 9: Shade

He shifted out and Siren set a plate of Hamburger Helper in front of him. He looked around and did not know where he was. He looked at the chair he sat on, the bed with the sheets he had slept on for a while, and he saw the TV, the stereo, and the coffee… Continue reading Aftermath Guardian’s War 9: Shade

Rise of the Storyteller 20: The Bus Ride Home

I started to stuff my break up letter in my pocket but felt the ID in there and kept it hidden in my hand. I walked out of first hour and into the hallway to see Island waiting for me. “What are you doing, Mr. Brown?” She held a finger up at me and shook… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 20: The Bus Ride Home

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

Rise of the Storyteller 5: Punchy

A battered little girl. A panda bear. A set of fists. And a skeptical therapist. We have a lot to do in this chapter so let’s get started. One night I said something to my mother and step dad. Something like I didn’t want to go back to visit Char. Something ominous and haunting before… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 5: Punchy

The Progenitor 15: 23andMe

Let’s take a step back to the chapter I gave you called “Gondik and Barric.” Let’s look at the day Bekah asked me what the percentage chance was that I was Bramble’s kid. I sat stunned for a while and we talked. All around it. All and every direction but the idea. My head was… Continue reading The Progenitor 15: 23andMe