I think it’s safe to say that no one was cool as a seventh grader. No one was. Sorry. Most people look back on their twelve-year-old selves, put a hand to their face, and sigh bitterly. I don’t do that. In fact, I prefer to block that entire model of myself from my memory. Seventh-grade... Continue Reading →
Cyril Summons a Demon: A Necromantic Scene
Innu wasn’t hard to sneak by. He took forever to go to sleep, but once he had, he didn’t stir. Cyril crept over to Innu’s pack and dug around until he found the demonology book. Innu had explained that he used the book as a reference, since demons were dangerous and it was good to... Continue Reading →
No More Excuses: A Necromantic Scene
Despite Cyril’s best attempts, the time of his departure finally came. It was as unceremonious as he feared it would be. Claudia wasn’t there; their mother wasn’t even there. Only his father, stern with arms crossed, making sure Cyril mounted his horse. A warden, a guard, making sure his only prisoner obeyed. Even as he... Continue Reading →
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