Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 180
In the end it was easy, if not awfully exploitative. Felecia watched from afar until she noticed Phillip moving about the house and the porch especially. If he was up and about, he was likely more lucid, and more lucid meant more sane. Would Taryn dare to cause a scene in front of dearPa?
Felecia arrived in the late morning...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 179
Taryn didn’t wait to politely say goodnight, he didn’t shout or say anything and he didn’t slap Felecia though she would spend a good long time wondering why he hadn’t. She believed she had most certainly earned a slap, at the very least. Taryn chose instead to turn away from Felecia and slowly plod home.
Felecia stopped laughing, finally, and...
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As the death toll only rises, civilians found in mass graves. There is a moral stain spreading across Russia that no citizen can claim to be clear of anymore. It has become crystal clear that there can either be a future for Russia, or a future for Putin, there cannot be a future for both, not anymore. Behead the dictator.
Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 178
Taryn didn’t open the book or seem to recoil from it in disgust, he sat it down on the ground and picked up the parcel he came with and held it out. He looked…expectant, which was as close as Felecia ever saw Taryn get to looking happy.
Felecia stood up and took the parcel. She didn’t need to unwrap it;...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 177
Felecia had hallucinated seeing Jacqueline’s slow, lazy scrawling words etching themselves with audible scratches between lines of the hideous burble gurgle pictographs. The moment in the cave had been so surreal and then so awful that Felecia had hurled the book out into the swamp and then sunk it as deep as it would go into the thick muck.
The...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 176
None of the crippled men that night rose to the occasion and none of them rose up once they were well enough either. No one came out to the small shack that Felecia clearly marched back to with her bloody corn knife in tow. None of them followed the obvious trail she left as the rivulets and drops of blood...
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Who's next?
Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 175
The mask was uncomfortable, just a curved piece of rough-hewed wood, really. The mouth opening was a sinister slit that turned her voice into a reedy thread of malcontent, the eye holes, tiny pin points that Felecia had to try and widen on three separate occasions until they allowed her to see well enough to do what she...
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Sun kissed Innsmouth
Part 174
Felecia would let the overeager youth batter at her walls long enough and let him into her shack one night or another. Things never lasted too long though. Taryn smoked too much, argued too little, was always quick to anger and then just as quick to retreat behind his mental walls in order to not treat others how he had...
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