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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part 112

Sleep didn’t sneak up on Felecia, it hit hard and near instantly and the dream that followed was as sinister as any she ever had.

Felecia was nine and the worst was still ahead for her. Father and Clarence and Bartholomew were all gone for the second time together and this time was the long trip, the one father told...
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Tomorrow, the next day, and the one after that,

endless foot falls in this petty place from day to day,

until the last syllable of recorded time.

All of our yesterdays have been but the delight of fools,

on their dusty way to oblivion, to be snuffed out like the briefest of once burning candles!

This life is but a shade, a sore loser,

one...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part 111

Ever since she cleared the meadow and got into the frigid woods nearer Rotary house time had seemed to stop nearly altogether, and yet it seemed to leak away more than ever. Felecia felt like she had been gone for days, she felt like she hadn’t slept or eaten in a week. By the time she found the last of...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part 110

Great grandfather’s trunks were set out on the floor up against the third and fourth rows of dusty old shelves. Yellowed journals and old sea charts had been dumped haphazardly against the packed dirt walls and floors of the cellar. Ancient instruments and collections of Pacific Ocean specimens had been haphazardly stuffed onto already crowded shelves, leaving them exposed to...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part 109

Death came in stages at Rotary house, and so did the belongings of the dead. Back when it was Bartholomew and Felecia down there in the cellar it was Grampa’s things that were toward the front, trunks of his personal affects left to rot, his chosen decorations and household items, covered, catalogued, set on cinder blocks and lengths of old...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part 107

Bartholomew only dared to look away from the awful fish for a second when he noticed Felecia reaching up to touch the tip of a whale harpoon resting next to the percussion gun used to fire it.

Felecia stopped reaching up for the faint gleaming piece of hooked metal but kept herself from looking back at the big fish with...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part 106

You’ve been standing there for hours, like some miserable, rain-soaked sentinel, lost in a fog all your own. How terrified you must be of daring to come back here only to be a thief.

Felecia refused to acknowledge the intrusive words, refused to whisper out loud or shout at the awful sea creature trying to anchor itself inside her mind....
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part 105

Maybe the awful creature really does have it out for us Conways. The stray thought caught in the cool air as the rain settled in and began to make everything that much harder to traverse. Felecia shook her head and kept her mind on the task at hand as old fears and hatreds threatened to creep in on the moment....
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