Author: jesseteller
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Family
“Can I come? I can help tell the story,” Regina said. I was already out of the car in the parking lot of Phelps Grove park when the question was being asked. She looked at me from the driver’s seat, trying to figure a way to make me let her come. That was not going…
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Pig
Fifteen and I was out on the town with kids years older than me. They were seniors in high school. I was an 8th grader. We were supposed to be playing Dungeons and Dragons, but from nowhere, beer had appeared. Within an hour, the whole night had gotten out of hand. I was trying to…
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The Coming of Shadow
“What did you talk about in therapy today?” she asked. She was a mistake. I should not have been with her. She should not have been with me. She did not deserve to be dragged through my horror. It would only lead to heartache for her. Almost at once, we knew we shouldn’t be together,…
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Black Bones
I won’t say it called out to me, more like it was waiting. So close to my sacred bridge, shrouded in darkness, and patient, it sat calculating what it was going to get from me. It had a rage I had never seen in a structure before. It had a kind of horror that is…
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The Illusions of Dialogue
I came from a family of storytellers, I mean, gifted storytellers. They could pick you up and lift you into a tale like none other I have ever known. I apprenticed under them, and it made me the writer I am. I have been telling stories all my life and writing for most of my…
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Twisted Visage
The way the room changed, the way the room felt when I woke up that day, told me that while I had slept, another had been there. My bag had been rifled through. I opened it first, for my composition books were in there with writings I had been working on for years. They were…