TTTG Ch. 9: There Was a Certain Man

What we learned later that evening, the scrambled mix up work Mo did as a conduit shared a lot of information between the three of us. Mainly, my mother was not going to leave Mo or I alone together for too long and apparently a lot of the preliminary training was no longer needed. Mom … Continue reading TTTG Ch. 9: There Was a Certain Man

TTTG Ch. 8: In the Days When Judges Ruled…

Mom went and dropped the bomb on Mo and I in regards to taking down our school. Now, I was curious about the last part in why we needed to. I was all for not going back to school, but I had a feeling that another would simply spring up in its place. “Why are … Continue reading TTTG Ch. 8: In the Days When Judges Ruled…

TTTG Ch. 6: After the Death of Mo…

I admit it; I was embarrassed in this specific instance. So much, I refused to let go of Mo until she swore she would not open her eyes, even a crack. I think she was starting to think I was some kind of pervert until she listened to the ruckus of embarrassing thoughts catapulting in … Continue reading TTTG Ch. 6: After the Death of Mo…

Ch. 5: These Are the Words…

  There’s so much to process from the past couple of days. After Dr. Phillips takes my report for an exhausting two hours, I promptly collapse and sleep through the next day. I wake up briefly to the smell of my mother’s sausage, snap pea, and bowtie pasta creation, but barely say a word as … Continue reading Ch. 5: These Are the Words…

Ch. 4: The Lord Spoke…

  Lord Ray. That’s the last real thought pushing through the narrow opening in my mind. My mother is now aware of the lies I disguised as facts just moments ago. And somehow, I think not trusting her was a wise idea. I’m certain if I had stuck around longer, there would have been many … Continue reading Ch. 4: The Lord Spoke…

Ch. 3: The Lord Called…

  The message is disturbing, I admit. The one person on this earth I trust more than I do myself is apparently the one I shouldn’t—so sayeth the Crayola washable marker on my forearm. I don’t recall ever having the need to scrub something off my skin quite as ferociously as in these moments before … Continue reading Ch. 3: The Lord Called…