Verbiage matters. Words actually count. I loathe when well meaning people tell me they are sorry I was "molested." No, I was raped. My age didn't factor into when I was forced to perform sex acts against my will. I wasn't entreated to some subversion of normal entertainment values, I was raped. Everyone who has ever been forced to perform sexual acts against their will...
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Sure would be nice if just a couple of these miserable, shit ass politicians crying about giving trans youth medical care being child abuse would put 1/10th of their "outrage" into the actual pandemic of child abuse sweeping this nation. Were are the new bills and laws to protect children? I thought most of you were "pro-life?" Where is the condemnation and fresh prosecution of...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 126
The man overlooking the body raised his lantern, then he raised his knife over his head and waved to the nearest man nearby. He began to call out, it sounded like a name, or the start of one. Was he calling the name of the man that Jacqueline had killed? Was he calling out for the man nearby, someone he...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 125
“I don’t want to die here. I can’t be left behind to be hurt by them if you die here!”
Jacqueline sniggered bitterly and spat a wad of red residue near the front door of the moldy ruin. “Fuck that, we kill three or four and the rest will run. This new Yoseph, he’s craven, he won’t be able to...
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These last two months have been a nightmare. I’m trying to live a good life, one I accept that I deserve, but I can’t. I sit down to write and it’s untethered ranting or black as fucking sack cloth. I don’t feel a sense of joy in anything I do because I’m constantly consumed with terror, anger, and, dread.
The Russian military is an unhinged...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 124
The always humid air of the meadow was suddenly thick with the smell of blood, and under that the stench of urine and feces. Felecia couldn’t have killed the poor village conscript any faster if she had shot him right through the eye, the blood didn’t spurt or gush, it poured out of the ruined hole of his neck in...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 123
Felicia briefly considered what it would mean to just keep crawling past the packing crate house and onto the beach. She hadn’t asked Jacqueline to come stalking after her when she left. The old woman could have stayed put and been safe, better yet, what was likely to happen would happen and so what, the old witch would be back...
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