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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part 122

The smell was what Felecia noticed first, Josephine wore the scent of the crushed berries like an insane perfume and chewed the leaves until the thick saliva ran down her chin in rivulets while she worked. The plant came from her grandmother’s people, she said they planted it in the swamps of Aquidneck where it was wet enough to survive....
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Memes, hot takes, neoliberal outrage.

I’ll let my work do the talking. In my tales they don’t beg the bully, I remember what happened when I tried that. In my tales they don’t use their words and preach the linear horseshit lines of cooler heads prevailing. The people in my tales are suffering life and death, the people in my tales make hard choices and...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part 121

Two village men appeared out of the tree line and started picking their way through the meadow thickets. One of the men dropped his lantern and grunted, he likely found a patch of those thorny seeds. The other man fell nearly face first into the snarled mess of vine chocked undergrowth, he came up sputtering and spitting vegetation.

“The old...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part 120

The meadow was massive and the constant thick swell of ground cover underfoot as well as the sea of flowering plants and massive tangles of vines would signify her arrival there. To circumnavigate the meadow to the south would surely be courting disaster as would the further likelihood of being discovered among the thin trees under the harsh moon light....
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part 119

After the spectacle of emerging from the cellar of the big house, there was nothing to do but run to the edge of the forest. The servants that had gathered and had their feast in the quiet yard behind their masters home gathered their scant belongings and scattered. Those who slept inside went and met the scrutiny of the mistress...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part 118

Taryn interrupted, he did that a lot and besides the frequent smoking it was the thing Felecia liked about him the least. “Oh, screw your ghosts. So, what if you’re tetched…I’m a damned she/he, what does any of that matter out here?”

Felecia turned away from Taryn and dropped the cigarillo before stomping on it. “You were the one who...
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