Funny how all these pro-forced birth assholes aren't rallying for harvesting organs from all corpses regardless of the wishes of the deceased or their families. Funny how these pro-forced birth shit stains aren't shoving a case on the docket that allows a federal moratorium on executions from their friends in the subpreme court. Funny how this isn't about actual living life at all.
Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 144
Felecia was ready to let the older woman have her fit and stay quiet until that name was spoken out loud. The word Jaquo ripped through Felecia’s mind like a knife. She couldn’t stop herself as her filthy body stumbled awkwardly toward the old wardrobe doors. She forbid her dirt encrusted hands from rising up and watched in horror as...
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You're only angry because you know its true. We missed the marker, the world will heat up now at a rate that will cause mass extinctions only seen once every hundred million years or so and yes, we are the cause. Only question now is how bad do we want the extinction to be, or more over, how long are we going to play stupid...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 143
The knocking got confused at first as just some sort of debris that the wind had blown against the old wardrobe doors. Felecia was trying to avoid the days heat by closing holes in some of Jacqueline’s raggedy hand me downs. The knock sent her off course as she barely avoided sticking herself with the needle.
The second knock wasn’t...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 142
Cleaning out the rest of the annex went along without incident, and quicker than before, not because Felecia unlocked some superior system for trying to separate and catalogue the mass of books, manuals, leaflets, clippings, scribbled nonsense and the endless short hand chicken scratch that was Jacqueline’s constant contributions; no, everything else went faster because Felecia wasn’t thinking about it...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 142
At the last of a very long log that noted a trip that went around the equator fully in the pursuit of cargo and even some passenger to help offset costs, Felecia’s father rounded out another wise dull and dreary trip log with something as stunning as it was impossible not to ponder.
August the 19th, Port of Halifax,
Between...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 141
The ships logs were nearly as hard to chew through and keep track of as the first book Felecia dared to take from the cave upon her return from the meadow. Most entries were all business. Lists of cargo taken on and dropped off. Reports made of good or bad conduct by members of the crew. Men who went overboard...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 140
The odd, in-between the lines writing didn’t reappear, but in some odd and inexplicable way Felecia felt she was gaining some small grasp of the alphabet and phonetics of the material. Still though, late at night, after one of her frequent nightmares, Felecia would pick up the book that seemed to write out messages directly to her, hoping to see...
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My nation continues to be a global fucking embarrassment instead of a beacon for the future. My anger and my disgust are bottomless at this point. All I can say is, if they don't want to get a vasectomy, give them one anyway and tell them to suck it up.
Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 139
“Life wants to live, all life does.”
Felecia mouthed the words and listened to them sound out, small and hollow in the heat and damp of the swamp. Phillip sounded profound and wise when he said it, Felecia sounded like a bird, mimicking words it had heard time and time again but still didn’t understand.
The small breeze, the trickle...
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