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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part Eleven

A bargaining piece in a game.

Father taught Felecia a lot of games when it was late and no one else was around because “you’re brighter than both of your brother’s put together, just don’t let that grandmother of yours find out.” He taught her to play all those games so that he could have a worthy opponent but also...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part Ten

The groundskeeper’s son, whose name Felecia still did not know came over to the nest of old trees Felecia had found to call home that third morning carrying a few folded items tied up in twine. The boy was thin and sullen, he never looked up but always down at his own feet. He was wearing the exact same clothes...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part Nine

The groundskeeper smirked; it was a disturbing look on an already disturbed face. “I said you weren’t meant to live out here. The barn and the woods are no place for a girl like you. The old witch probably bet the house staff you would be back on all fours begging after one night out in the barn. You proved...
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The newscaster sounded insane, she had to repeat the line as she read it. She even looked to the camera and just above it as if to ask, "Is this an April fools thing?"

I laughed at the woman on my television, I laughed at the obvious implication and the absurdity of such a thing. Then I heard the first wet thud.

Something crashed in...
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Sex, properly had, isn't for the squeamish or those prone to timidity. Good sex is messy, great sex usually involves a break to use the toilet and a pause for water. There is precious little if anything sexy about real sex.

Now, everything I just said, like the lube you plan to use, goes double for anal sex. As a matter of fact if you...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part Eight

The sun came up over the trees and rose to its high point in the sky and Felecia waited, she viewed the marvelous star indirectly as it pulled across the sky, warming her and invigorating her, all the while waiting for what would surely come next. She heard gravel in the drive crunching under soft shoes and knew that sound...
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If my writing vanishes into a nearsighted lake of gender fluidity and pointing out that we, all of us, are the fucking monster of the story, so be it.

The classics teach that all protagonists go through "the trial" and most do so alone, a largely worthless Christ allegory. My protagonists go through what I like to call the obvious reality that they are surrounded...
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Your landlord needs to get a fucking job.

Your landlord shouldn't live off the sweat of your brow.

Your landlord should be making a small fixed income off your rent. Nothing more.

Your landlord is the gentry, called so because they owned land, you know what they called the poor assholes working on it? You are nothing but a modern day serf.

Your landlord is...
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Most of you probably woke up this morning expecting something, random violence, terrorist bombing, active shooters in public places. I had no concern for the happenings in D.C. but that is because I know the secret service doesn't fuck around. I assumed violence might break out at our state house here in Washington state, which is an unfortunate sloshing toilet bowl full of racist trash,...
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