I knelt on the porch, the sky still deeply overcast. We had claimed the guys’ porch light from operations past, which now forced us to work by the light of our cell phones. No matter. We knew this place well. We knelt, our black stocking caps and gloves blending into the shadows. War. It destroye...
Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack’d from side to side; “The curse is come upon me,” cried The Lady of Shalott. —Alfred Tennyson, Lady of Shalott I rushed through the school hallway, fuming. I looked like a complete jerk in front of my family because of that crack head and even...