Author: jesseteller
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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…
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The Horn Blower
I guess I was 21, maybe 20, when I saw him. My life at the time was one of sedentary derision. I can’t say that I hated everyone. I can’t say that I loved anyone. All I can say about that time in my life was that I was numb. High school had left me…
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The Tome
I don’t know how I ended up working there. It is all kind of a blur. But it was the last vestige of civilization before the darkness of the road that left it all behind. As I worked nights there, I could feel the bridge out there, just out of reach, but comfortably close. I…
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The Opera
She had been banished from our home. When my sister left, our home went into a kind of hushed awe. She had been so destructive for so long. With her gone, there was really nothing left but a great sigh and a wandering of spirit. Without her, there was no crisis. Without her, there was…