Jesse Teller

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  • Rise of the Storyteller 16: The Darkness of Slinger Middle School Part 2

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    There is a chapel somewhere that had its ceiling painted by a guy, I think his name was Mikey. Well, there was this priest who really hated Mikey. Tried really hard to get him fired, tried to get him in trouble. This priest was a dick and he was fucking with a painter. A good…

  • Rise of the Storyteller 15: Mrs. Galvin

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    “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…

  • Rise of the Storyteller 14: The Darkness of Slinger Middle School Part 1

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    Marshmallow had actually slapped me and I was doing everything I could not to laugh at him. See, Marshmallow was the scary kid. He was bigger than every other kid, dumber than every other boy, and he was piss ugly to boot. No girl would talk to him. None of them were impressed. He had…

  • Rise of the Storyteller 13: X

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    Science, and I am trying to remember the wording of the lecture I had heard two days before. See, I had learned with Mr. Liechin how to memorize so I didn’t have to do the homework. I never, not once, did a single stitch of homework in Slinger. I just took tests. I read books…

  • Guardian’s War 7: Clean

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    I was standing outside my house on Normal Street, waiting in the cold of an autumn night after a rain. The roads were still slick and hissing with the passing of cars when Clean pulled up in his Impala. He had called. Told me he needed a friend. When I got in the passenger side…

  • Confession

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    “If you’re awake, don’t let me know,” I said. The room had fallen quiet about fifteen minutes ago. Before that, the four of us had talked in the dark of Ty’s basement for about an hour. It was five in the morning. My mother wanted me home by noon. But tonight, I needed to talk.…

  • Beautiful Monster

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    I was young, probably 12 or 13. I was troubled by a past, violent and horrid, filled with abuse that I had largely shoved away into dark caverns within the pocks of my mind. Tunnels to horrors too mind-numbing to handle had been sealed up with bricks of denial and mortar of hate. I walked…

  • 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…