Saint Joseph School

Despues de Trotamundos

The Mask lay there, taunting her, staring at her. She couldn't turn away. It would be so easy; it would be the last easy thing she ever did. Her hand hesitated..."¿Te atrevas?" a voice asked...

It had taunted her more than once. Had, in fact, taunted her for what seemed ...

Para su cielo

The castle was old; the cracked walls, windowsills, and ledges were practically a ladder up what was ostensibly its first line of defense: the guard tower. Once up high enough that the arrow slits became actual windows, the intruder waited, pressed up against the warm stone as the ...

yes

Though labyrinthine end draws near
No time for joy, don't shed a tear
Hold your resolve and tight to skill
Banish the daemon known as fear

Chaos closes round and round
Malfeasance and temptation bound
Your weapon, shield, and banner: Will
Hold the line and give no ground

Let inspiration be ...

A las 10:43 am local, el hombre conocido en España y el mundo como el Nuevo Diestro murio salvando habitantes de un pequeño municipio en el sur de Italia. El municipio fue sitio de un siniestro incendio que ya habia destruido un gran area del campo alrededor. No hay palabra en porque el Nuevo ...

He doesn't even realize it at first. He's too busy contemplating the necessary steps, the placement of proper footwork on the proper line, shape, pattern. It always comes down to patterns. But this time, this time the pattern will be right, will be the one he wants it most to be. The immaculately ...

I’m not going to fight. Not even a Diestro, one of The Diestros, can fight everything. Right? That’s what I’m telling myself, and I have to believe it. And if I can't fight everything, this is one thing I won’t fight against. Instead, I will fight for it. Fight to preserve it, fight to sustain it ...

“As above, so below.”

“As above, so below,” Diego echoed his instructor, standing in the grey plain that is his training ground for the day.

“The Lord our God created the Earth and the Heavens. The stars were placed in the great circle of sky and set to motion as He ordained; to glimpse the signs ...

Tnk Tnk Tnk Tnk Tnk. The thin metallic sound rang out, lending cadence to the shuffle of footsteps, the staccato of measured breathing, and the occasional grunt which interposed itself into the conversation.

“She dressed up like a man?” Diego asked.

“She was slim, and had always been a tomboy ...

Farewell to the Flesh

Of course Aura's mom wouldn't let her go; she kept a close eye, tight reins, on her, and a Carnival celebration was apparently out of the question. Technically, Aura wasn't even supposed to be dating me. I wondered when that would even change. Not that I was really eager to ...

The conclave had just about wound down when the presence made itself known. It was a polite tug, the equivalent of a rap on the door. Those present looked at each other, surprised. Who would disturb them now?

They soon found out. Loosening the barrier around the conclave, they peered at the ...

Spot the pattern. There is pain laced in mine. Mostly, it has been my own, though it is inevitable for that to change. But unless I see the pattern for what it is, I remain trapped. We remain trapped. Minotaurs, imprisoned in labyrinths not of our own construction though no less real, while we bring ...

“So,” began Sol de España, gazing at the various groups from the myriad of factions, “we have gathered to hear the various opinions. We will delineate the likely among them to the boy. We may no longer seem capable of consensus, but we may yet provide coherent guidance.”

“Well said, well said.” She ...

Gunfire is always a touch tricky. Luckily people are people. Details flow into my awareness, my senses expanded. The tension of their muscles, their stance, the arc as they bring up their weapons. I am not where they begin to shoot; any strikes will be so minor as to be negligible. Nothing I haven't ...

There was a time when the right man with a good sword could conquer the world. For centuries, millenia, it was true.

Now, girls can flip buses and boys can throw lightning bolts. It is all around me. I hate it. We all have our wounds here, crosses to bear. We wear them like our school uniforms ...