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Letting the rain call us names...12 Kilos

“Goodbye Wally.” Garrett nearly whispers the words as he sets the bag back down on the sand.

The ancient comes up behind him with her sack of dinner supplies and looks down at the bag. “Trash is always washing up from the old city, the easy life folks used to have.”

“The people before us, I’ve always referred...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part Three

The sudden silence was unnerving, it stopped Felecia from continuing with her train of thought. The sneer only grew on Nana’s face as the silence began and continued until she spoke to the serving woman behind her, “Go pack a bag for our dear Felecia, and fetch her coat too. Send her down to the foyer in a few minutes.”...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part Two

The revelation that the sun wasn’t some evil, interfering, pestilent force stoked the already growing fire of discontent that burned inside of Felecia. What other obvious facts of her life were nothing more than elderly superstitions? Dinner that night was had in silence not because there was nothing worth mentioning but because Felecia was honestly afraid of what she might...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part One

Summers in Old Beach were a brief spectacle measured in weeks, not months. A mysterious time of the year that expressed itself between that first solid week of cool sunshine afternoons through to the first solid week that everyone kept indoors and to themselves do to the rain and the wind that ruled the rest of the year.

If the...
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New "friends"...12 Kilos

Garrett was sleeping on weather worn planks of creaking pine wood. Wrapped up as best as he could be in thin, scratchy wool blankets and waiting for yet another day spent in dull agony and boredom. A day wasted watching the ancient go about her daily routine before leaving him with a bottle of bitter water and closing him outside yet again....
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Hollywood Nights

Part Eleven

Howie wasn’t even spoiling in the ground yet and I was already short selling my humanity, ready to throw away every value and grain of moral fiber for the sake of being a willing accomplice to mass murder. Twelve hours earlier I was busy bemoaning the thing you had so clearly become and there I was, plotting and planning out likely...
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