Tag: Mr. Schwingle
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My Apocrypha 4: Urinate and Defecate
It’s hard for me to explain the effect it has on the house when a child has been molested and the authorities have been called. I’m talking about the effect on the house, not the effect on the person who made the call, or the child who’s been hurt. It’s the rest of the house.…
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The Sin Eater 10: Waynesville Part 1
My name is Joe. I disappeared for a long time between Bekah and I breaking up in 1998 and the writing of Teardrop Road. When I came back, I had no idea what all of this technology was about. I didn’t know what a cell phone was. Computers had been taught to me by Mr.…
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The Round Table 27: Mark Part 1
Here we are again. In a fantasy book I haven’t published yet, these two young warriors are escaping an enemy, and they approach a bridge, and the leader yells out, “I’m gonna do it again!” The other one says, “You won’t be happy til you get us killed.” And then they both jump over the…
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Rise of the Storyteller 10: Liechen’s War Part 2
I went back to 20th Street School years later. After my fear of the place had drifted off and I came to terms with my years there. I looked up from the sidewalk and noticed it looked more like a prison than I had ever seen. The building had a new name printed on it.…
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Rise of the Storyteller 6: Cloaked in a Mushroom Suit
I was obsessed with black girls. I could stare at them all day, and often did. There was, in my eyes nothing so beautiful, nothing so exotic, and nothing so powerful as a black girl. I told one once that I thought she was pretty. Very sweetly, she thanked me then walked over to a…
Jesse Teller 