Tag: Grasp
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Aftermath New Girl 16 / Guardian’s War 1: Denver
That Christmas we went to her parents’ house in Virginia. Her mother greeted me at the door and pulled me into a tight embrace. Said it was good to see me. Beckoned me to come inside, where I found Bliss, who ran to me and gave me a great big hug. She said how she…
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Aftermath New Girl 15: Giving Them Away
I guess I have to back up to when Mumble and Rose divorced before I can really give them away to their new spouses. Let’s start with Mumble and get Horrid out of the way. Rose and Honed is a little easier to swallow. First the shit. Mumble wanted to run something past me, and…
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Aftermath New Girl 11: Johnson
Now I’m living with Sapphire. We have broken up and we are still sleeping in the same bed. It’s my bed. She doesn’t have one and we are just simmering in a hellish pattern of trying to ignore each other and fighting to get out of our situation. It is the beginning of the fall…
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Rise of the Storyteller 22: Sister Rage
Table lighter. High heel boot. Metal Thermos. And a butcher knife. We have a lot to do in this chapter so let’s get started. There was a time when people smoked in their houses. This was a while ago. Now most times smokers spend a lot of their time outside. Can’t smoke in restaurants anymore.…
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Rise of the Storyteller 18: Rumors and Betrayal
Girls up front by the big double doors. Boys in the back. There was a rule to this thing. The girls did not bother the boys. The boys left the girls alone. Wait. I’m not doing this right. When I was in my twenties and going to college in Springfield, I went out with D…
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Rise of the Storyteller 17: Bonnie
Climbing the cedar was the worst part of the morning. Cedar trees are not strong. Not this kind. They are whips of things, and bendy. The leaves, if you want to call them that, are more quills than leaves at all, small, sharp, and tough enough to slice like blades. I got gloves for Christmas,…
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Rise of the Storyteller 7: Strong Urge to Fly
It was after 8 at night. I was in bed, my PJs on, my top sheet pulled up to my chin, my blankets at my feet. It was too hot for blankets that night. The night before fifth grade. The night it was born. The night my mind broke, once again, to form the one…
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The New Girl 9: The Maître d’
“Well, you can’t use my kitchen. I have a husband to cook for. See, I’m a wife who cooks for the man she loves,” Rose said. Shadow stepped forward when a thing swooped down from below. That is the best way to describe it. You’re probably scratching your head thinking things swoop from above and…
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Guardian’s War 22: Throwing it All Away, Part 2
“Come on, we are going,” Job said. He shook my foot and I looked up at him. It was morning. I was never awake in the morning. I wanted to tell him to fuck off and then go back to sleep, but I couldn’t. This was his house. I was his guest. I had no…
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Guardian’s War 21: Throwing it All Away, Part 1
He marched from Siren’s car, slamming the door behind him, his head down, his eyes at his feet. She rolled down the window. “Do you want me to come with you?” she said. “No,” he answered. As Assassin walked across the grass of the front yard of our house on Normal Street, he saw Grasp…
Jesse Teller 