Author: jesseteller
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The Lost Soul
“Did you hear that?” I asked. Heart had heard it. It was the meow of a kitten, couldn’t have been a cat. The sound was soft and low, a murmur, a sigh of a call. Not for help, maybe for food. “Poor baby is lost. Where is it?” I was losing interest. I would not…
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The Hope of the Nation
On October 5th my fifth book Song will be released. The cast is led by a wizard named Rayph Ivoryfist. Many and varied are the shades of his personality, and wild and rampant are his powers. He is scary to write for many reasons. How do I challenge a character this powerful? How do I…
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The Horror
I sat on the balls of my feet on the edge of the bed, looking into the moonlit cage at the small, furry creature that shrank back in terror at the sight of me. I was not me. I was something more base, something less complicated and wholly scarier than a man in his underwear…
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The Man on the Bridge
There were about seven of us that night. Chanel, Katty, Walleye, Jammy, Ty, and Harvard had brought me to the bridge, to let the night envelop us and to get away. Back then we just parked on the bridge itself, blocking traffic and not caring a bit about it. The door to Harvard’s car was…