Author: jesseteller
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Nemesis
We left Writers Club that first day and piled in with Harvard. Careful took the front seat. She was Harvard’s, and we all knew her a queen. The rest of us, Walleye, Chanel, Glare, and I, scrunched into the back seat. First, food—Harvard was buying—then Wal-Mart. This was back when the store had a soul,…
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Confession
“If you’re awake, don’t let me know,” I said. The room had fallen quiet about fifteen minutes ago. Before that, the four of us had talked in the dark of Ty’s basement for about an hour. It was five in the morning. My mother wanted me home by noon. But tonight, I needed to talk.…
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The Timeless Enemy
When I was a boy, my parents took me to the movies. This was back when we had no money. No money at all. We had to fight to get food on the table and we were always strapped. Well somehow, my parents found the money and the time to take us to the movies,…
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Writers Club
“Is she going to be there?” I asked Chanel as I walked through the halls. She looked up at me and smiled. “She will be. Jammy will be there. They will all be there, even the ones that haven’t met you before. Writers Club will be a full house.” She hugged me and walked away.…
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The Man in the Dark
Job had come home early and found me drunk and weeping. The phone calls had been going all night, and when all was said and done, the whole of the body had passed out except him. When Job walked into the house, the man in the dark bedroom slipped his hand under the blankets and…
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Viva La Revolution: Character Archetype
Sir Ken Robinson said a curious thing about education. He said, and I’m paraphrasing, “What we need in education is not reform. What we need in education is revolution.” I have been thinking about characters in fiction, been thinking about the cardboard, one-dimensional characters we are seeing everywhere, and I have come to the conclusion…