Rise of the Tellers 20: Christmas 2019

I guess it was about four months ago. I’m thinking now that it might have been five. Not six. I had stayed up Around the Horn. Quite like I am doing today. This means that I did not sleep last night at all and I will not go to bed until midnight. It is usually… Continue reading Rise of the Tellers 20: Christmas 2019

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 17: The Younger

Ten months earlier we were watching Rayph play on the floor in our living room and Bekah looked at me with sadness on her face and motioned to him. “He looks lonely,” she said. I looked at him and in that moment she was right. He did look lonely. I had known he would. When… Continue reading Rise of the Tellers 17: The Younger

Rise of the Tellers 3: The Battle of Sloppyface

He was soft. He was a white guy. He was a sun worshipper. He was mentally handicapped. He was big. He was stubborn and he ate his own poop. When I started spending the night at Bekah’s house there was a man in the household who did not appreciate me being there at all. I… Continue reading Rise of the Tellers 3: The Battle of Sloppyface

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 8: Madness

I only have pieces. There was a three-day stretch of time shortly after I moved into South Towers where I broke loose of reality, and for that amount of time, I became a kind of amalgamation of Artist and Teth. I became something both riotously creative and utterly savage at the same time. I will… Continue reading Aftermath Guardian’s War 8: Madness

Aftermath Guardian’s War 5: By the Throat

There was a pattern to these things. Job went to work either in the morning or afternoon. He was gone most of the day no matter what. Chanel stayed home with me. Bekah came over around dinner time, stayed for a few hours, and was gone by the time Siren got there at night. Then… Continue reading Aftermath Guardian’s War 5: By the Throat

The Progenitor 2: Char’s Legacy

It started at about eight that night. I had been reading to occupy my mind. I would guess Guardian. Maybe Shadow. I was sixteen, laying in a bed in Milwaukee in my aunt’s house in the attic where mice used to terrorize me, when the first pang of pain hit me. It felt like the… Continue reading The Progenitor 2: Char’s Legacy

The New Girl 8: Milwaukee Part 2

Bekah’s body was soft. I could feel the warmth of the room and the dancing all radiating off her in a way that made me feel safe and loved. As I held her, and we swayed to the music of the anniversary party, I realized I had never loved anyone or anything as much as… Continue reading The New Girl 8: Milwaukee Part 2