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… Continue reading Guardian’s War 21: Throwing it All Away, Part 1
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Guardian’s War 16: The Madness of the Outcast
Things are coming to a head now. The forces that warped my life in 2001, led up to Bekah’s and my break up, and brought us to the Battle of Normal Street are all coming together to explode on me and my soulmate at the same time. We could not be ready for it. We… Continue reading Guardian’s War 16: The Madness of the Outcast
Guardian’s War 15: Morgo Porgo
We took Katherine for obedience training. She gripped on to it well and began to draw a lot of pride from doing exactly what we asked her to as soon as we asked. I still had trouble walking her because she wanted to be out front. Wanted to be scouting ahead instead of staying right… Continue reading Guardian’s War 15: Morgo Porgo
Guardian’s War 2: The Heat
There is a great movie out there with legendary actors called Heat. It has Robert Deniro and Al Pacino and about two dozen other brilliant people in it. When I think about this moment in my life, a quote from that movie always rushes to me. Bobby Deniro and Al Pacino are sitting at a… Continue reading Guardian’s War 2: The Heat
The Timeless Enemy
When I was a boy, my parents took me to the movies. This was back when we had no money. No money at all. We had to fight to get food on the table and we were always strapped. Well somehow, my parents found the money and the time to take us to the movies,… Continue reading The Timeless Enemy
Creature in the Wastes
Now, I know how this is going to sound. This one is not possible, if you think of things in a certain way. But I have not stumbled off the path of truth. There is an explanation to this story that I can’t get into right now. It was not a dream. I know that… Continue reading Creature in the Wastes
The Illusions of Dialogue
I came from a family of storytellers, I mean, gifted storytellers. They could pick you up and lift you into a tale like none other I have ever known. I apprenticed under them, and it made me the writer I am. I have been telling stories all my life and writing for most of my… Continue reading The Illusions of Dialogue
