Tag: Smear
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Hollow Man 11: Fit
I released Teardrop Road on June 23, 2021. I think it was a Thursday. It was pretty devastating to put it out in the world on the big stage. Having your secrets on a blog is one thing. The worldwide stage opens up doubts and fears that I expected but could never prepare myself for. However, this…
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A Lens Into an Organized Madness
Nineteen years has to mean something. Nineteen years of studying the way my mind works. Every moment of every ego state’s life, stitching it all together like an elaborate patchwork just to understand the life I’ve lived. It’s gotta mean something when I stand back at the structure I have built around my life to…
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Rise of the Storyteller 23: The Broken Boy
Of course, it all fell apart. It would be years before I found that sort of happiness again. For three months, Jazz and I were the second-best couple in Slinger Middle School. They were, at that point, the only three months of my life worth living. She was my first happiness. Our story was cut…
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Rise of the Storyteller 19: A Stolen ID
“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…
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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 15: Mrs. Galvin
“Look who it is, everyone. It is love’s Al Capone,” Grr said as she stepped off the bus and we walked across the street. Every kid in the city had the same bus stop. We all were dropped off in town, X a little out of town, and Grr looked at me as we walked…
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Rise of the Storyteller 8: Savior
Pride had them. I could see by the clock in the gym there was only two more minutes before the first bell that would call all of us to class. And Pride had planted his feet. Pride and I had gotten into a blistering fight one hot spring day when we were both in first…
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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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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…
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Guardian’s War 16: The Madness of the Outcast
Things are coming to a head now. The forces that warped my life in 2001, led up to Bekah’s and my break up, and brought us to the Battle of Normal Street are all coming together to explode on me and my soulmate at the same time. We could not be ready for it. We…
Jesse Teller 