Gauntlets: Chapter 2 - Push and PullChapter 2 I remember the first time that I realized my mother was crazy. I don't remember the name of the town that we lived in then, but I do remember that I liked it there. It was one of those very fantasized about small towns with many friendly people. Close knit homes that stood side by side went on for what seemed like forever. Uniform, but still individual in their own way. I was about six or seven years old. My mother, Aliss and I played at the local park for hours that day. This park was beautiful. Skinny trees with giant leaves and long branches that you could
Gauntlets: Chapter 1 - A Dead Man.Chapter 1 The pain is excruciating. The sun beams into my eyes as I lay on my back in the muddy field. A light rain shower has started, and the humid air slowly drains out any hydration I may have had in my body. I can taste the dry hot air on my even dryer tongue. The august sky is beautiful though; I see that, even through this pain.I hear the muffled sounds of people, or at least I think that they are people, laughing, screaming, and yelling! The soccer field that I was on just a few minutes ago has in an instant turned into a whirly unidentifiable
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