Sunday Scaries
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With Skin On
It was then I smelled her breath and knew right away she was magic. Indeed, magic has a smell! It’s sweetness bordering on rot. Like the deep woods at night when the flowers sigh out their souls to roam the…
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Sunday Scaries: “The Ballad of Gloria Vetrana”
At first, the reports weren’t especially interesting: unconvincing testimonies of vague phenomena. Folks reported feeling nauseated and feverish. Tinnitus. Migraines. Some reported electrical disturbances, lights straining brown as the power waned.
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Sunday Scaries: “The Lurking Kind”
“They were,” I said. “He was preparing them for when they grew up. He told them about this kind of monster that lurked in the shadows and was so dark that it couldn’t be seen with the naked eye. Its…