Jesse Teller

Tag: Guardian

  • Old Settlers Days

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    It’s my birthday! As my birthday is progressing, I have decided I’m going to talk about that which is my favorite to talk about. I’m gonna tell you all about the love of my life. This is a section of my autobiography. It is the third volume, and the thirteenth book of the autobiography titled Reality…

  • The Mystery Man

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    It’s my birthday! As my birthday is progressing, I have decided I’m going to talk about that which is my favorite to talk about. I’m gonna tell you all about the love of my life. This is a section of my autobiography. It is the third volume, and the thirteenth book of the autobiography titled…

  • The Lobby

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    It’s my birthday! As my birthday is progressing, I have decided I’m going to talk about that which is my favorite to talk about. I’m gonna tell you all about the love of my life. This is a section of my autobiography. It is the third volume, and the thirteenth book of the autobiography titled…

  • The Crystal Pistol

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    “You’re here for the workshop, right?” Prince said. She was a cute mom of a woman and she looked up at him and smiled. “I am.” “Then tell me about your book.” Her face lit up. “Well, I am really nervous. The agent has been ripping everyone apart.” “He is pretty brutal but that is…

  • 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…

  • Lost Confessions: Guardian

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    Pawn On felt feet he glided across a checkered battlefield and noticed he was alone. No knights clashing against bishop, no battle cry of gathering forces to bolster courage. Just the groan of a dying battlefield. He slid past fallen banners and crumbling castles. He came to his fallen king and dropped to an obsidian…

  • Lost Confessions: Purpose

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    A knife was made to cut. A gun was made to shoot. I was made to protect. In the worst years of my life, when I was a boy of about six or seven, I came about as a result of training. See my father wanted a bodyguard for the only thing he loved on…

  • Lost Confessions: Living Room 5

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    You’re not going to fucking believe this. Shit I don’t know if I do. I wasn’t going to blog about this at all, but I figured I had already drawn you in with the first few, so I might as well put out the final entry on this subject. After this one, I am done…

  • Lost Confessions: Sister

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    Dan put her in a room. He stood in front of the closed door. “I want you to pretend that there is a monster in this room. That monster is hurting your sister, he is hurting her. You have to get through this door to her to protect her. GO!!” Adam ran double fast to…

  • Lost Confessions: Scratch, Part 2

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    When I was a sophomore in high school, my sister got kicked out of the house. My mother, who had been locked in a brutal war with Lisa since my sister was six, had finally justified herself in tossing Lisa away. While my sister was off at a school homecoming event, Mom made Servant pack…