Tag: Siren

I’m sitting in a faux leather chair with a reclining problem. I’m pretty sure it was the reason this chair was in a dumpster when Johnson and I found it. It is supposed to recline when you lean back and push the arms. Supposed to lean right back and flatten out. Well it doesn’t, but…

Rise of the Storyteller 18: Rumors and Betrayal

Jun 11, 2021

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in Teardrop Road

Girls up front by the big double doors. Boys in the back. There was a rule to this thing. The girls did not bother the boys. The boys left the girls alone. Wait. I’m not doing this right. When I was in my twenties and going to college in Springfield, I went out with D…

The New Girl 21: Tragedy of the Outcasts

May 2, 2021

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Artist once drove the world mad. It was the pain of Bekah. And he was trying to find a way to explain it. It was the hate of Draconic and her hate of him. It was the constant raging burn, and the tortuous slow burn, of the death he was dying. It took him two…

Guardian’s War 22: Throwing it All Away, Part 2

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“Come on, we are going,” Job said. He shook my foot and I looked up at him. It was morning. I was never awake in the morning. I wanted to tell him to fuck off and then go back to sleep, but I couldn’t. This was his house. I was his guest. I had no…

Guardian’s War 21: Throwing it All Away, Part 1

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He marched from Siren’s car, slamming the door behind him, his head down, his eyes at his feet. She rolled down the window. “Do you want me to come with you?” she said. “No,” he answered. As Assassin walked across the grass of the front yard of our house on Normal Street, he saw Grasp…

Guardian’s War 20: The Mob

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New things were put into place. I was never to be left alone again. While Bekah was asleep, I was with Job and Anton. When I was at school that was fine, but after school, I would go to the Art Department and wait in Bekah’s labs. She was an art student so she had…

Guardian’s War 17: ICU

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“This is the poison in your system working its way out,” Steven said over the sound of my heaving. “This is all of the dark emotion and lies that have been fed to you working its way out. This is a good thing. Keep going.” I had started throwing up about ten minutes into our…

Guardian’s War 16: The Madness of the Outcast

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