Tag: the Devil
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The Sin Eater 23: Hand After Hand Part 3
I’m like one of those video games where your gun never runs out of ammo. It’s 5:45 a.m. but I’ve only been writing for seven hours. I will finish this story today. I do not yet see the end, but I can’t really do much more of this. This much ugly and this much evil…
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The Sin Eater 21: Two Devils
MSU was beginning to put together a Folklore class when I was there, but I was fighting Guardian’s War and I never got to take it. This is my attempt. See, folklore as I know, it is an oral tradition. A tradition where the Storyteller can move and shift the story as they want. It’s…
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The Sin Eater 18: Hand After Hand Part 2
Update. Writing this book has not been easy on me or my family. Two of the Lost Boys have come back. One of them I won’t tell you about. He carries the filth of Aunt Easy and others on him, and he is so disgusted by himself that he laid on the altar for over…
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The Sin Eater 17: The Mocking Family Reunion
Me and Ty went through a Simon and Garfunkel phase. I am just a poor boy Though my story’s seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises I copied the tape so I could practice for our rides and I was getting good. I had all the harmonies…
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The Sin Eater 13: Hand After Hand Part 1
There were so many things going on at this time in my life that I really can’t nail any of it down. I’m going to throw a few things around. Let’s call it a few hands of poker. Some are wins where I pull in the pot. A lot of them are losses, times I…
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The Sin Eater 7: Glass
It was Christmas. Uncle Wrath was not at Grandpa’s that night, or he had already thundered into the streets. Uncle Ball was my godfather now, and I had saved my money to buy him a special gift. Dinner was eaten and the doorbell rang. We were all sitting in the second living room and the…
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The Sin Eater 4: The Sons of the Devil
Grandpa needs a name now. He has needed one for a long time, but I have been hesitant to give him one. The man confuses me. I knew and know him as two people. Stories told to me, images locked in my mind. As I look down at the compass I use to try to…