Jesse Teller

Tag: Jammy

  • Write Like a Gangster, Class 19: Dialogue Continues

    Write Like a Gangster, Class 19: Dialogue Continues

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    Hey, ho, let’s go! Reading Assignment: “Collision” and “Mrs. Galvin” chapters from Teardrop Road The Vanishing Tag This is the lesson I have heard when it comes to dialogue: Don’t tag too often. Don’t get too specific with your tag. First, let’s define tag. A tag is very simple. He said is a tag. We…

  • My Apocrypha 6: The Connected Guy

    My Apocrypha 6: The Connected Guy

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    I didn’t go to my Senior prom. I felt trapped by Mary into going with her and I couldn’t make myself do it. Prom night I spent at Harvard’s house playing Dungeons and Dragons and stick fighting. After the game, we turned off every light in his house and hid. He stayed downstairs with Brett…

  • The Kingdom 22: Halloween

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    Here we go again. Welcome to the blog blast of the section that I call The Kingdom from the book Reality of the Unreal Mind, Vol. 3: The Keep. The Kingdom is an explanation of the work itself. You can’t understand any writer unless you know their work. So Friday we began at 6 p.m. and I will release…

  • The Shieldmaidens 11: Shy

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    And I bow as I step onto the dance floor, and the strings strain, and the bodies around us move. Bodies of abusers and saviors. Rose dances with Olsen, Destiny with Tiger. The music plays, we all twirl, and I take each of the next stories out onto the floor. The waltz is the most…

  • Writers Club

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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…

  • Alpine House

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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 Last Bit of Warmth

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    In the end they all turned on me. Or I walked away. Or the money ran out. Or it all just got to be too much. The Writers Club crowd that had somehow morphed into the Degenerates died. We came apart as if tossed by a cold wind. We got a place together as the…

  • Addicts

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    In the dark, we heard Harvard’s CD player. The driving deliberate bass, the whine of the lyrics, the sarcastic pop of the drum, barely there at all. Breathe it in and breathe it out and pass it on it’s almost out. We’re so creative so much more. We’re high above but on the floor. It’s…

  • By the Crack of Thunder

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    Sandpaper. I had always thought sandpaper was obnoxious. It took forever. Created heat that burned the hands. Was uncomfortable and not worth the trouble. But when I got home after Chanel’s that day, I found sandpaper and carefully sanded down my staff. I made it smooth, slick and perfect. When I was done, it was…

  • The Beginning of the End

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    The next day found us at Chanel’s house. Basic had picked up me and Walleye. Jammy’s mom had grabbed her and Katty. There was still no sign of Harvard, but Chanel had called him and commanded him to come see her. He had fought against it for a while, but she had made her demand.…