Saint Joseph School

When Dar awoke, he thought of two things immediately. The first was that he was going to take Mzee Chui's face and ram it repeatedly into a wall until it looked like the paste he was just fed. The second was that there was a huge lion's face about three inches in front of him that was ready to ...

http://fineartamerica.com/images-medium/african-sunrise-michele-burgess.jpg Shaking the sleep and post dream jitters out of his body, Dar made his way out of the hut, staring at the orange sun, just over the horizon as it steadily rose to the sky. Barely the start of the next day and it was already ...

"Africa?" Dar asked, incredulously.

"Yes Angavu. You can see Mount Kilamanjaro on the hori-"

"Africa?!" Dar yelled, interrupting the Laibon. The man blinked at Dar and sighed. "How the hell did we get to Africa?! Are you even listening to me?!" Dar called, charging after the Laibon, who started ...

"Where are we?" Dar asked, getting out of the beaten up Ford pickup truck, wedged tightly between two other cars in the already crammed pay lot.

"We're here to meet the other Laibon, Dar." His dad said, leading the way into a familiar run down pawn shop. Inside, the strong smell of burning incense ...

http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/25/5a/fd/the-apartment-door.jpg Standing in front of the front door to his house, Dar was reminded of the last time he was here...for Thanksgiving Dinner so many months ago. He took a shuddering breath and steeled his resolve. He was going to just ...

((The events in this arc take place in the past during my absence, but after the events just recently portrayed in the work: Ashes, Ashes, All Fall Down "))

"Dar, we need you to come home for the weekend."

The words struck Dar deep inside his core, but only reflected in a gruff scowl that ...

Who the hell could it have been? Gotta be one of those new kids....shit, when I find out who the hell it was...

And then what Angavu? Stake your claim? Tear him to shreds? You let this insult to your honor go and you'll never get it back.

Punk needs to be taught a lesson...

Don't be swayed ...

Chapter 2: Rules of Engagement

Bobby Park stammered, eyes transfixed on the burning words before them all, taking a step back reflexively. Kena shook like a dry leaf, hiding behind Dar’s shoulder in an attempt to distance herself from the frightening context of the words before her, whereas Elly ...

The scream pierced the still, dark air of the building; chilling to the bone and freezing the hearts of those who heard it. Flickering, the flame of the lighter cast deep shadows about the dank hallway, illuminating the shocked faces of the four youths in the stairwell.

“What the hell was that ...

((The following is a cooperative piece of fiction written through the input of myself(Angavu), Matt(Lagomorph), Billi Ivey(Billi), Makena Walker(Makena Walker), Bobby Park(Katabatik), Violet Lam (Karakuriya), Damian Singleton (Damian Singleton), and Eleanor Smith (Elly). Players have given their ...

When Dar got off the Amtrak in 30th street station, he shivvered slightly. The windy tunnels underneath the actual streetside complex of the station howled with snow flurries that the gale winds tossed into the cold concrete cave. Hefting the green military surplus bag onto his shoulder, he started ...

From the bench, Dar roared triumphantly for his teammates. Luke was on the bench not even bothering with the game...what kind of teammate goes to a rivalry game and doesn't even pay attention? Dar would've liked nothing better than to just boot Luke out of the stadium if he wasn't going to do ...

“Mother F#@%er!” Dar yelled, punching the brick wall again, causing chips of heated stone to fly off around his torn and bleeding knuckles. His hand hurt like hell and if he kept on hitting the wall like he was, he would break it easily, but that was the last thing on his mind. The burning anger ...

It was unknown what had happened at the pawnshop that night. The youth, Darweshi Brown, confessed to having observed the three assailants rob the pawn shop but had no memory after witnessing one of the gunmen open fire. While the youth reports being hit by the bullets, there were no wounds on his ...

Surrounded by creatures Darweshi had never seen before, in way over his head in whatever the hell they were talking about, and still bleeding out from his spectral wounds, even the mental bolstering given to him by Hodari began to wear thin. Dar's face became paler and he found it harder and harder ...