Jesse Teller

Category: Teardrop Road

  • Tapping the Beast

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    You have to understand, he was my world back then. His name was D, and he was my best friend. I had grown up a mongrel, always hated and misunderstood, friendless, and begging for people to be nice to me, begging for anyone to hang out with me. I was reviled and abused by my…

  • The Hammer and the Spike

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    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…

  • Spines of Ice

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    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…

  • In View of the Dead

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    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…

  • Exposing the Throat

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    When I was 19, my grandmother died. She was my stepfather’s mother, and I didn’t know her very well. She was kind, sometimes funny. She was sick the entire time I knew her, and she lived on a farm in northern Wisconsin. It was a Christmas tree farm, or at one time, it had been…