Jesse Teller

Tag: Jazz

  • Rise of the Storyteller 22: Sister Rage

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    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.…

  • Rise of the Storyteller 21: Young Guns

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    X pulled his knife and stopped at the car parked outside the bar. “What?” I said. It was dark, it was cold. We had just trashed someone’s house and I wanted to get home. “I’m stealing this,” he said. I had no idea what he was talking about. I looked carefully and saw a blob…

  • Rise of the Storyteller 20: The Bus Ride Home

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    I started to stuff my break up letter in my pocket but felt the ID in there and kept it hidden in my hand. I walked out of first hour and into the hallway to see Island waiting for me. “What are you doing, Mr. Brown?” She held a finger up at me and shook…

  • Rise of the Storyteller 19: A Stolen ID

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    “Absolutely not, Joe,” Jazz said. She stepped in front of me in a cloud of girls, right after I stepped off the bus, and she looked up at me. I was for my feet. My eyes, my heart, my body seemed stuck on the ground. “This is how you lost Ruffle,” Jazz said. It was…

  • Rise of the Storyteller 18: Rumors and Betrayal

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    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…

  • Rise of the Storyteller 17: Bonnie

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    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,…

  • The Heart of the Shadow

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    Guardian opened the door for her. He walked to the booth when led there, and he waited while she sat, before taking his seat across from her and smiling. Regina was taking him out to eat again. She did it often. All her money was spent entertaining us. Dinners, movies, all sorts of things were…