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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part Seventy Nine

The insects only ever increased in number and general weight. High noon, air borne seas of the things threatened to fly into Felecia’s open eyes, nose, and mouth as she fought back the urge to choke and gag. The nasty, still piss soaked poncho was hanging off her pack, tied on by only a single bit of twine. Felecia...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part Seventy Eight

Another day was spent on chores and reading through the tome to really gather its knowledge and take notice of some of the subtleties that Jacqueline had mentioned before. The writer was clearly a woman, something Felecia had ignored before by not reading so many of the non-essential sentences until the end. There was the mention of her arrival...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part Seventy Seven

“Nothing in here mentions her or who she was. How was I supposed to learn information the book didn’t give me?”

Jaqueline sat up and shrugged. “She mentions arriving here, she talks about how similar the ways to plant crops are. She mentions eating jackfruit under the palms. She even dedicates the book near the end to her first...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part Seventy Six

Jacqueline walked through the only doorway the simple cave structure had beside the one that lead up the short ramp to the outside world. A black see-through silk curtain brushed over the old woman and dropped back into place like a sheen of spiders web before Felecia pushed through its intangible, yet sooty membrane. The area just right of...
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If I told you, right now, that I didn't work anymore, that my rent and bills and food were being paid every month because other people had to go out and work themselves to death to support me, you would be sickened. Well, I sure as shit would hope that's how you would feel about me, at least. If not, what are you still doing...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part Seventy Five

Confronted with her prejudices for the second time in as many hours left Felecia reeling. Growing mushrooms when you already lived underground made a certain sort of sense, what else would or could grow in such an environment? Still though, the pail was obviously a mixture of kitchen scraps and nightsoil. The old woman was eating mushrooms that grew...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part Seventy Four

The interior of the cave was astonishing, so much of the past finery, so many small things that had survived the seemingly insurmountable sea of years. Yet none of the once precious keepsakes were left unmarked.

Jacqueline’s home turned out to be a set of domes, two hollowed out caverns roughly hewed into the gray granite rock above, one...
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