Jesse Teller

Tag: bridge

  • In the Dark with the Kat

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    Aimes read a love story. It was short and broke my heart. Steeped in pain and sweetened with a thin slice of hope, her tale of heartache lay upon us all soft like a dusting of snow on the shoulders of Writers Club. Cry read a vampire tale. Brett read, like he did every time,…

  • The Lost Soul

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    “Did you hear that?” I asked. Heart had heard it. It was the meow of a kitten, couldn’t have been a cat. The sound was soft and low, a murmur, a sigh of a call. Not for help, maybe for food. “Poor baby is lost. Where is it?” I was losing interest. I would not…

  • The Man on the Bridge

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    There were about seven of us that night. Chanel, Katty, Walleye, Jammy, Ty, and Harvard had brought me to the bridge, to let the night envelop us and to get away. Back then we just parked on the bridge itself, blocking traffic and not caring a bit about it. The door to Harvard’s car was…

  • The Sacrifice

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    I love you and I can’t live without you. I love you and I can’t live without you. I love you and I can’t live without you. On and on, I had done this one time before. When I was in fourth grade, I had written I hate Dan Demit over and over again. He…

  • The Hanged Man

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    I was out again. This time, it was many things. A new obsession had come to me, a girl who seemed higher and brighter than possible. She was beautiful and powerful, tragic and complicated, and I was ill prepared for her level of manipulation and intrigue. She was teaching me things I never imagined I…

  • The Last Wolf

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    “Tell me another one,” she asked. It was a mistake to bring this girl here. Leviathan had begged me bring more people to her, tell more stories. She ached to hear them. I don’t know if it was my voice, or the hard beating of my heart, that offered a reprieve to her loneliness, but…

  • Black Bones

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    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…

  • The Opera

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    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…

  • The Leviathan of Devil’s Elbow

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    Tossing and turning with darkness and melancholy on my chest, I rolled out of bed and dressed slowly. It was girls; it was my sister; it was an oppressive home and a bone-deep sadness that held back sleep, but it was also a calling. Something from far away was calling. A yearning, a need, a…