The Blanket — 5
Living in a suburb was a good thing, at least if you had angst and friends. Ed had measures of both of those things, and whether or not they were equal amounts was a question up in the air. He'd pulled away from most of his social circles, now that...
The Blanket — 4
Funny how little anachronous thoughts burrow their way into a mind at the strangest opportunities, little out of place happenings to the conscious. 'Koda's home is really cool' is one such thought, and it occured to Ed as the fourteen year old girl...
The Blanket — 3
"Mom?" Eds voice said as he peeked into the kitchen, in the quiet calm of the house at night. Every one of his friends had left, their parents included, and he and his mother were left to their leftover cake and banners. Ed looked at his mother and...
The Blanket — 1
In the long run it didn't feel as bad as it probably should have. Any normal kid would've had his heart ripped out from the whole thing -- his little world should've been cascading down on him, bits of rubble from a falling building crashing like rain...