Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 159
The morning of the twentieth day found Felecia waking within the walls of a finished yet nearly empty hovel with no amenities, no food, little in the way of bedding after leaving most of her ill-gotten gains with Phillip, and absolutely no prospects for making or growing what she needed to continue living.
Felecia also woke with the same numb...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 158
Taryn was out in the yard, turning the ground and making disgusted sounds when Felecia finally stumbled down to Phillip’s hovel. She was preparing for awkward silences, possibly some form of sad apology. She surely felt like she owed Taryn one even though she couldn’t find a logical reason for feeling guilty. She hadn’t asked to be kissed, didn’t want...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 157
The eighth night of her new stay near Phillip, Taryn, and the village found Felecia standing behind the mansion that had been her prison for twelve long years. Her first thoughts fell to the barn and the animals there but she found the place empty. The alfalfa and hay up in the loft had turned in the moisture with no...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 156
Hermitage
Nineteen days.
From that first day and evening spent collecting dead branches and fallen logs and trying to haul them onto a small spot of relatively flat land to the first night spent sleeping without a view of the stars overhead.
Nineteen days spent sawing and hueing logs, sinking timbers into clay that constantly threatened to turn into quick...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 155
Felecia started to walk around the youth and he got back in her way. “Just like they’ll kill you if you go down there looking for revenge. It’s no good. Not like that.”
Logically, the youth was right, Felecia could go down there and start shooting the bastards as they sat and drank on their tiny front porches but she...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 154
Felecia slept under the stars for a few hours, near the rise where her old lean too used to lay nearby Phillip’s hovel. She didn’t go back into the hovel, not even to collect her things. Phillip hadn’t been dreaming or sleep walking, he wasn’t delusional or confused, Felecia had been allowed a rare audience with Phillip as he was...
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You let the crazy out in bits.
I used to vomit the crazy at my S.O.'s. Fuckin' can't love me at my _______ you don't deserve me at my ------. No one is going to love you at eleven all the time.
I would launch the ugliness at them because I didn't want it to sneak up on them and drive them away in the...
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Sun KIssed Innsmouth
Part 153
Unlike Phillip’s hovel, the village outskirts hadn’t changed at all. Dingy huts with their peeling tar paper roofs still stood exactly as before, as if unchanged by the seasons and the changes of the weather. Old boats drawn up onto the beaches and preserved against the ice and snow to come stood leaning by the boat shacks, all still painted...
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