The Round Table 22: Savior

Friday was release day for a book I wrote called Beacon, book one of the Nation of Five series. The book is about young men and an impossible task they set before themselves. Well, I know a lot about impossible tasks. I’m a DID survivor who suffers from hallucinations. I have bipolar and Non-24-Hour Sleep-Wake Disorder. Getting… Continue reading The Round Table 22: Savior

Rise of the Storyteller 34: One Last Bite

There was a pounding on my door that didn’t wake me from my stupor. Its suddenness, its violence didn’t alarm me or cause me to jump. I took it as easy as the next breath. And though the pounding on my door was oppressive and angry, it was almost as if I had been expecting… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 34: One Last Bite

Rise of the Storyteller 25: The Undeniable D

I’m not worried about sticking the landing, as much as the mount. Both are important when talking about D. However, his impact on my life is undeniable, irrefutable and devastating. You cannot begin to understand the rise of my art, the goals of my life, and the place I now find myself without understanding his… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 25: The Undeniable D

Rise of the Storyteller 24: Pop

Sixth grade in Slinger came in roaring. Girls, jacket, middle school, Ruffle, X, Grr, Jazz, G.I. Joe and Way Cool Junior. However, when I got to Waynesville, Missouri, and went to the last two weeks of sixth grade in a totally new school, with totally new kids, in a totally new town, I found it… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 24: Pop

In the Name of the Father 3: Camelot Part 1

“For the love of all that is fuck, this girl has an ass like ‘yes, please,’” Shadow said. Arthur smiled and nodded. He looked me up and down, then back into my eyes with interest. “Long hair, about to the breasts. Very straight. She tucks it behind her ears. Face of an angel. Smile of… Continue reading In the Name of the Father 3: Camelot Part 1

Rise of the Storyteller 23: The Broken Boy

Of course, it all fell apart. It would be years before I found that sort of happiness again. For three months, Jazz and I were the second-best couple in Slinger Middle School. They were, at that point, the only three months of my life worth living. She was my first happiness. Our story was cut… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 23: The Broken Boy

Rise of the Storyteller 22: Sister Rage

Table lighter. High heel boot. Metal Thermos. And a butcher knife. We have a lot to do in this chapter so let’s get started. There was a time when people smoked in their houses. This was a while ago. Now most times smokers spend a lot of their time outside. Can’t smoke in restaurants anymore.… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 22: Sister Rage

Rise of the Storyteller 21: Young Guns

X pulled his knife and stopped at the car parked outside the bar. “What?” I said. It was dark, it was cold. We had just trashed someone’s house and I wanted to get home. “I’m stealing this,” he said. I had no idea what he was talking about. I looked carefully and saw a blob… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 21: Young Guns

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 19: A Stolen ID

“Absolutely not, Joe,” Jazz said. She stepped in front of me in a cloud of girls, right after I stepped off the bus, and she looked up at me. I was for my feet. My eyes, my heart, my body seemed stuck on the ground. “This is how you lost Ruffle,” Jazz said. It was… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 19: A Stolen ID