Author: jesseteller
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The Hammer and the Spike
This story, I need not tell, for eyes other than human may be watching. They will not want this story told, and I promised I would never tell it. But fear wanes like a full moon, or a gaping wound, and now things don’t seem so real. Now, with 25 years of telling myself it…
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Spines of Ice
1982, and there was nothing more important, no day more significant, than when I woke up on Christmas morning. I was 6, and the magic of Santa Claus had just passed over the house. The daylight had heard, too, and it was waking up slowly, still half asleep, just as excited as I was to…
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In View of the Dead
To say that I loved her would have been warping the word. At the time, it was the only word I knew to describe the way she made me feel. I was a freshman in high school. I wanted love so badly, wanted to feel important to someone. But more than anything, I wanted to…
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The Darkness Between
In 2010, I dedicated myself to writing books. I wrote every day. Well, five times a week, and I got in the habit. You can get in the habit of anything—anything. I got in the habit of creating. At the time, I had dedicated myself to rough drafts. I was trying to teach myself how…
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Chaste Prologue
Thirty-seven Years Before The Escape A bolt of lightning struck nearby and the sky danced with bright flame. Angry, bitter rain had cursed the day. It hated all those traveling and all those righteous. Frank stopped to camp along the ruined road, raising thanks to Cor-lyn-ber when the rain subsided. Timothy pulled dry wood from…