Author: jesseteller
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Nemesis
Eliot Ness and Al Capone. Seinfeld and Newman. Harvard and Yale. Achilles and Hector. Enemies is the wrong word for the phenomenon. It is not an enemy. It is a nemesis. There is a difference. Nemeses could have at one point been friends. They have similar qualities. The things that make one great reside in…
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Lost Confessions: Guardian
Pawn On felt feet he glided across a checkered battlefield and noticed he was alone. No knights clashing against bishop, no battle cry of gathering forces to bolster courage. Just the groan of a dying battlefield. He slid past fallen banners and crumbling castles. He came to his fallen king and dropped to an obsidian…
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The Pool
See, on days like these, shoes were such a pain in the ass. If you brought your shoes, you had to keep an eye on them. You would set them next to the fence, and every few minutes, you had to look to make sure someone had not stolen them. It was a poor neighborhood…
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A Ray of Hope
Not much can give you hope when you are just out of high school with no prospects. My family didn’t value education. I came from a family where I was the first in my line to graduate high school. My senior year caught me flat footed. By the time I looked up, it was too…
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Lost Confessions: Purpose
A knife was made to cut. A gun was made to shoot. I was made to protect. In the worst years of my life, when I was a boy of about six or seven, I came about as a result of training. See my father wanted a bodyguard for the only thing he loved on…
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Invasion
You cannot believe the kind of liquid terror that ran through my entire body when Meek told us that next morning. We stared, shocked and betrayed. I felt as if there was a stalking demon behind me. And though I did not want her to repeat herself, she did anyway. “Latin Kings lost last night.…