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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part Thirty Nine

A good deal of Felecia’s sleepless nights surrounded vague nightmare versions of that all too real, final conversation with her mother. The sickness lasted nearly another week after that meeting. The medicine helped and the herb bread was shared around at Felecia’s insistence. Emma was the only real cook in Rotary house, it was one of her loafs to...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part Thirty Eight

Two years came and went before Taryn let it slip that Phillip had gone up to Rotary house, his cap in hand. The proud and usually unchangeable man pleaded and begged. There was no doctor of course, nothing so grand, and no hope that any dwindling family coffers would be drained in having one come from town. Any of...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part Thirty Seven

The voice came later, much later or so it seemed. Felecia was already lost, blacking out and succumbing to her injuries when she finally registered the new sounds being made around her. She answered them with her knife. Felecia yanked the handle of the blade free from the head of her second victim for the night and brought it...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part Thirty Six

The third and final shot was somehow even louder, Felecia didn’t register the echo as the man laying on the ground screaming jerked and went limp. The man using Felecia as a shield pulled away from the shot and loosened his grasp on her considerably. Felecia saw the man on the ground, a channel had been blown...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part Thirty Five

The gun shot rang out through the village. A massive crack followed by an endless echo that reverberated against the ocean waves on the shore. One of the men holding the end of the rope, pulling it over the crotch of the tree branches to slowly strangle Phillip to death dropped lifelessly on the ground. A man standing next...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part Thirty Four

Still, she persisted, knowing it was all for nothing.

Felecia, all barely thirteen years of her stumbled on through the mud and the snow, her good hand white knuckled around the handle of her knife, as she marched into certain doom. Phillip wasn’t perfect, he wasn’t even a good person. Then again, neither was she, not as it turned...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part Thirty Three

Felecia woke that night choking on blood, some of it hers, some of it clearly not. She rolled on her side with great effort and wretched up a river of the stuff. She couldn’t breathe out of her swollen, broken nose, she couldn’t move her jaw much and didn’t dare to try and flex the torn ruins of her...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part Thirty Two

Felecia noted that none of the fence posts were leaning so severely as needing immediate attention so she continued on with her chores, feeding chickens, feeding Rachel, collecting eggs and as much milk as Rachel felt like giving up for the day. Half of the days haul went into a small pack that Felecia secured to herself before she...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part Thirty One

Felecia pulled the door to her cabin open and stepped out into the winter mush of frozen snow mixed with freshly churned mud. The texture of the ground felt through her thick work boots reminded her of that night as so many things tended to during the winter months. She pulled the door to the cabin closed and already...
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