Category: Wicked People
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Cemetery Breath
The Exeter Cemetery had a reputation. Nobody talked about it straight out, but everyone knew. Something was there. Something that breathed when the air was still. Something that waited. The old folks would hush if you asked about it, saying only that the ground there never settled right and the fence was built high for…
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Dead, Not Gone
Childhood memories are unreliable. At least Jack’s were. All this time, he had fooled himself into thinking he had a normal upbringing, or something close to it. But standing in his kitchen with a box of his father’s ashes tucked under one arm and a scotch in the other, he realized: there had been nothing…
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Mosh Pit Kid
The night of the concert had finally arrived, the one we had been waiting for for months. I had planned everything down to the smallest detail, what I’d wear, how I’d do my hair, the shade of lipstick that would last through sweat, smoke, and consuming a greasy cheeseburger. My outfit was set, worn jeans,…