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Batter UpA Poem by Honestly, AbeAppreciate the colors that blanket this world, instead of fighting the artistry of it. |
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Pilot – Kevlar and Cave TrollsA Chapter byIt was forty degrees above warm. The mouth of the cave was like a windowless room where the oven had been left on high all afternoon. All signs .. |
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Chapter 4A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillOn this floor, was simply a desk where they Newsboys had to sign in and pay for their lodging. The clerk was half asleep and seemed to be almost bl.. |
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Chapter 10A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillAfter we closed the bet, Spot had to finish selling his papers, so I left to explore Brooklyn a little more. I walked deeper into the neighborho.. |
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Chapter 11A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillWhen I woke, I was immediately hit by a splitting headache that left me wishing that I was still asleep. But once I’m up, I’m up and.. |
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Chapter 12A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillTen minutes of snipping with the dull scissors later, my hair was shoulder length. I ran my hand through the waves, surprised at how light my he.. |
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Chapter 13A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillSpot must have gotten in late the last night, because when he knocked on my door to wake me, he sounded exhausted. “Don’t take too l.. |
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Chapter 14A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillSpot finished around the time that I did, even though he had many more papers than me. He was a very experienced newsie, though, and I was just.. |
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Chapter 15A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillOnce we got to the rich part of town, we stayed in the shadows of the houses, careful to stay away from streetlamps. A pair of policemen were c.. |
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Chapter 16A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillThe next day before work, Fish and the others teased me relentlessly about spending the night by the harbor with Spot. They didn’t dare s.. |
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Chapter 17A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillWhen we walked into the room where we normally hung out, it was indeed like the Civil War all over again. Blink and another newsie, who I belie.. |
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Chapter 18A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillSpot had a little spring in his step while we walked back to Brooklyn, taking our time. I was not in the mood to put up with Fish’s teasi.. |
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Chapter 19A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillThe next day, Spot woke me up way before the sun rose, which left me wondering if Spot ever slept. He was always the first awake, and I’d.. |
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Chapter 20A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillI walked into the Brooklyn Lodging House, following my nose to the room where we played cards. It had the same distinct smell of men sweating a.. |
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Chapter 21A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillSpot woke me the next morning by setting a tin cup of fragrant coffee on my nightstand, and chucking me on the chin as my eyes fluttered open. I.. |
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Chapter 22A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillBlink, Race, Mush, Crutch, Spot and I sealed the deal in their card room, which still smelled of smoke and man-sweat. I wasn’t sure that .. |
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Chapter 23A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillOnce in the alley, I carefully tucked my hair into my cap, rubbing a little dirt onto my face so that I was less recognizable. I melted into th.. |
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Chapter 24A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillNow came the wait. I didn’t know where Mrs. Hawkins was, or if would even be able to properly mug her. And if I would be able to, who sai.. |
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Chapter 25A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillSpot seemed to be purposefully making us miss the curfew, which was fine by me. Missing the curfew with Spot often meant Carrying the Banner wi.. |
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