Jesse Teller

Category: Teardrop Road

  • Rise of the Storyteller 3: Brotherhood

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    I had been hit for no reason. I never saw by who. I was in a crowd, then I felt a swift and sudden punch to the back. Everyone was moving around me. When I turned, I saw so many snarling faces all I could do was keep walking. When we got to the lunch…

  • Rise of the Storyteller 2: 20th Street School

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    Racism is a feature of the human condition that can be studied in many ways. You can see it through the eyes of incarceration. You can see it in the machine of poverty. You can look at racism through the eyes of history, looking at heroes and victims. You can see it in the workplace…

  • Rise of the Storyteller 1: Fear and Death

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    Can’t picture her face. Every day she helped me with my jacket, I can remember that. Every day, when the other kids went to the coat room to put on their jackets, I took mine to my kindergarten teacher and she helped me put it on. I couldn’t work the zipper and she would always…

  • The Beginning of My Life

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    “If you make them leave, all of them, you can do anything you want to me all night.” It’s probably three o’clock in the morning, and this is Trashy’s last effort. Trashy is a girl who knows she’s hot. She’s been convinced by every man who ever touched her, every boy who ever looked at…

  • Knight of the Wooden Sword

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    You take a bag full of small rubber bands, two sticks of wood (one longer than the other), and you nail the two pieces of wood together with those crappy white nails, real thin, ribbed, with almost no head at all. When you have the crossbow shape, you take the rubber bands. Here is the…

  • The Wasting Away

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    For years I have been coming here to bleed. I have been sharing with you the wild and horrifying stories of my life and I have been honest, brutally so, about my abuse and my issues. I have been showing it all and not holding anything back. So today I will do the same as…

  • Lost Confessions: Art

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    I read Artist’s blog last night and it really hit home to me. It was written in response to “Purpose” a blog written by Guardian many moons ago. I read it a few times and then it started to become familiar to me. As if I had read it before. I checked with Informer and…

  • Season of Giving

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    Mumble lost his job while we tried to send Char to prison. After Less’s abuse became public, our entire house geared up for war. The strain on everything and everyone was crippling. It was never far from the surface. It was in our conversations, in the school we went to, and it waited for us…

  • No Way Forward

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    I’m very good with deadlines. They are never a problem for me. I see a job from far out and I get started on it weeks ahead of time. Usually the post you are reading now would have been done a week ago at least. Maybe even longer. This time though, it is late on…

  • The Cruelty of the Wind

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    My grandparents lived in a working-class section on the south side of Milwaukee that had begun to degrade slowly by the time I moved there when I was a child. When my mother lived there as a kid, this was a factory neighborhood. But things had slowly broken down, factories shut down and the neighborhood…