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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part Ninety One
There was no recollection of the moments that transpired from that feeling of the creature reaching out and Felecia rejecting its offer or promise to when she woke on the beach. Logic dictates that she was out in the surf and then beyond it as the creature pulled the boat out and held it a loft. The north beach...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part Ninety
The terrible, encompassing malevolence was too much to take in all at once. Felecia’s sudden willingness to become one with the water below and let it take her was only curbed by the stray thought that dying there, letting the water fill her lungs, would certainly leave her to be a meal. If the dreaded thing, the impossible being that...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part Eighty Nine
The creaking began above the water line, the widest belt of planks began to creak and crack and moan, almost as if they had come alive and were in sudden and immediate agony. A long piece of board snapped free and fell into the water and Felecia stopped feeling the need for calm. She couldn’t bring herself to call...
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He threw his fire truck through the sliding glass door to make an impression, she smothered herself with her teddy bear so as not to make a fuss.

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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part Eighty Eight
Felecia heard her name being called, the sound got her turned to the opening again just in time to see a second and much larger wave come washing in. The water came in fast, nearly knee deep at first. Felecia fought against the wave and reached out for the doorway back to what was left of the light only...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part Eighty Seven
The interior of the boat didn’t smell of sea water or long-ago ruined fish hauls. No, the dark, deck below stank of old, withered death. The fishing boat smelled like the trunk Nana delivered to Phillip’s house, as though a thousand old rats had crawled into its dark interior and breathed their last before sour corruption set in.
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part Eighty Six
They reached the northern beach head with that tense moment still held firmly between them. Felecia tried to understand that Jacqueline was old, not feeble, but still old. If Nana could become so set in stone, so obstinate, so terrified of change, why not her tortured and terrified twin? The superstitious foolishness of making gruesome offerings to the sea...
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Sometimes fuck isn't enough. Sometimes fuck starts at that hard F and you hope it will continue to build like you hoped it would but you find that your personal fuck of the moment comes out hard AF but quickly devolves into something else. Can I offer you an egg in these trying times? Can I mention yet again that CUNT never came off the...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part Eighty Five
It was late summer once again and the season turned into another hot and wet affair. Felecia was fourteen and noting a year since she first arrived in the swamp and stayed with Jacqueline. Another trip out to the meadow was being planned and Felecia contemplated a whole different way of broaching the same tired subject that she had...
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These worthless Christian terrorists are keeping me from my work. Fear for the women of this country and my anger at the rising fundamentalist Christian theocracy is keeping me from my work. Knowing that women are going to die because men feel the need to have a say in the lives of women makes me want to do something rash. Having a bumbling coward for...
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