Author: jesseteller
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Daddy’s Christmas
My eight-year-old mind knew there was something wrong with the way my grandfather’s hand rested on my aunt’s ass at the Christmas table. I walked out of the dining room and into the kitchen. The dining room was where the party was. All my dad’s family had shown up. Uncles, aunts, cousins, and grandparents had…
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Walleye
When Teddy walked out of my life, it sent me into shock. I was 17, still in high school and on the fringe. Teddy had been the coolest person I knew. He legitimized me as a person worth knowing, and with him gone, I was lost. He had walked up to me in the hall,…
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Beautiful Monster
I was young, probably 12 or 13. I was troubled by a past, violent and horrid, filled with abuse that I had largely shoved away into dark caverns within the pocks of my mind. Tunnels to horrors too mind-numbing to handle had been sealed up with bricks of denial and mortar of hate. I walked…
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Creature in the Wastes, Part 2
Sunshine filled the room. Adam stood in its light basking in the warmth and the happiness it brought. He turned to his Lincoln Logs sitting in the corner, to the small black and white television sitting in the other and the soft bed, made with pressed sheets and gentle blankets, and he giggled. “I want…
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The Arsonist’s Guide to Creative Writing
I have heard a lot of terms, heard even more descriptions, about how people write. I’m gonna run through a few of my favorites. Pantser: These are the writers that fly by the seat of their pants. They have no idea what they are going to write before it is on the page. The most…
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Creature in the Wastes
Now, I know how this is going to sound. This one is not possible, if you think of things in a certain way. But I have not stumbled off the path of truth. There is an explanation to this story that I can’t get into right now. It was not a dream. I know that…