Author: jesseteller
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The Cruelty of the Wind
My grandparents lived in a working-class section on the south side of Milwaukee that had begun to degrade slowly by the time I moved there when I was a child. When my mother lived there as a kid, this was a factory neighborhood. But things had slowly broken down, factories shut down and the neighborhood…
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Lost Confessions: Idle
I’m bipolar. Tragically bipolar, I like to say. I have a really bad case of it. For those of you who don’t know what the disease is like, I will describe a manic episode. You can’t calm down. You are jittery like you’re strung out on a pot of coffee. You can’t sleep, sometimes for…
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The Guardian of the Path
In the afterlife of the mountain, or the Death Dream, if you are the Blood of the Lion and you so choose, you can find a hidden path. That path will take you to a city locked away by the shamans, a place of banishment, a place forbidden. The City of the Elephants is here.…
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The Tiger and the Cage
When I was with Tigress, I was taken care of. I was guarded by her unflinching ferocity. No one could mess with me. With Cage, I was in conflict. You need an example. I can see on your face that you want an example. Here you go: I spent the night at her house once,…
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Lost Confessions: Fire
The heat is intense and dry, blowing as if from every direction. Fire is crawling and leaping. Smoke gathers to speed the destruction. It fills everything with black. It fills everything with choke and watering eyes, coughing uncontrollably. It cuts visibility and the only thing that can be seen through the black is the devouring…
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The Tigress
In my life, I have seen a few superheroes. Teachers, soldiers, cops, and a few robbers, but there was never anyone who compared to the Tigress. She was my little cousin. A year younger and the boldest and most fearless person I ever knew. She was filled with fuck you from her toes to her…