Hollywood Nights
Part Ten
We may not have been high school sweethearts but we were damn close and true love is true love. I took you at your word and you were true to me and even more importantly, yourself. You murdered our friend/roommate/couch surfer. You finished off what remained of Howard Larkspur, son to people who never claimed him, brother to no one. You...
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Not saying I'm going to buy a mixer and a board and pick up a mic for the first time in over a decade, but if I did...
Hollywood Nights
Part Nine
Speaking of and about Howie, he was the one who liked watching Elvira. I’m pretty sure it was the tits but either way we would suffer through those stupid old movies for his sake on late weekend nights. You usually spent that time making fun of the movie playing and I usually spent most of that time getting damn drunk or...
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Hollywood Nights
Part Seven
Sleep didn’t last long, I woke screaming, reaching out for history that didn’t exist. Something absolutely horrible had happened, something involving a cat, you were there, so was my mother. I lunged up and away from the couch, absolutely sure I would be covered in blood. I was suddenly certain that you drained again, the rest of the way, a horrifically...
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Hollywood Nights
Part Six
For someone who was usually squeamish about blood I couldn’t look away. I wasn’t mad, I was scared shitless. Your entire half of our king size was coated except for the pillows which only showed a smear or two, everything else was absolute disaster. The sheets, blanket, comforter, all of it was soaked through with blood and bits of human tissue....
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