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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part Three
The sudden silence was unnerving, it stopped Felecia from continuing with her train of thought. The sneer only grew on Nana’s face as the silence began and continued until she spoke to the serving woman behind her, “Go pack a bag for our dear Felecia, and fetch her coat too. Send her down to the foyer in a few minutes.”...
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sarahpinkshot:
Ohhh love pj harvey 😍😍😍
firefox:
PJ 💜💜💜
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part Two
The revelation that the sun wasn’t some evil, interfering, pestilent force stoked the already growing fire of discontent that burned inside of Felecia. What other obvious facts of her life were nothing more than elderly superstitions? Dinner that night was had in silence not because there was nothing worth mentioning but because Felecia was honestly afraid of what she might...
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sarahpinkshot:
Love smashing pumpkins 🖤🖤🖤🖤
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part One
Summers in Old Beach were a brief spectacle measured in weeks, not months. A mysterious time of the year that expressed itself between that first solid week of cool sunshine afternoons through to the first solid week that everyone kept indoors and to themselves do to the rain and the wind that ruled the rest of the year.
If the...
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New "friends"...12 Kilos
Garrett was sleeping on weather worn planks of creaking pine wood. Wrapped up as best as he could be in thin, scratchy wool blankets and waiting for yet another day spent in dull agony and boredom. A day wasted watching the ancient go about her daily routine before leaving him with a bottle of bitter water and closing him outside yet again....
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Hollywood Nights
Part Eleven
Howie wasn’t even spoiling in the ground yet and I was already short selling my humanity, ready to throw away every value and grain of moral fiber for the sake of being a willing accomplice to mass murder. Twelve hours earlier I was busy bemoaning the thing you had so clearly become and there I was, plotting and planning out likely...
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Hollywood Nights

Part Ten

We may not have been high school sweethearts but we were damn close and true love is true love. I took you at your word and you were true to me and even more importantly, yourself. You murdered our friend/roommate/couch surfer. You finished off what remained of Howard Larkspur, son to people who never claimed him, brother to no one. You...
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Not saying I'm going to buy a mixer and a board and pick up a mic for the first time in over a decade, but if I did...

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Hollywood Nights

Part Nine

Speaking of and about Howie, he was the one who liked watching Elvira. I’m pretty sure it was the tits but either way we would suffer through those stupid old movies for his sake on late weekend nights. You usually spent that time making fun of the movie playing and I usually spent most of that time getting damn drunk or...
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