southern gothic
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Blight
The night air pressed down like rain-soaked bedsheets. Old, worn shoes rubbed Anthony Barron’s sockless ankles raw as they slapped against cracked concrete. Behind him, a Holtson City cop’s flashlight jittered between houses. “Stop running, boy!” He knew better than… Continue reading
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We Don’t Talk About Monsters
Halloween hands us easy monsters: plastic fangs, rubber masks, store-bought blood. They’re safe because we know they’re not real. Real monsters dress better. They keep tidy lawns and shake your hand at the ballgame. They’re at every community service event.… Continue reading
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Haunting Contradictions
Being scared is a natural part of life. But it’s never been my favorite part. Which may sound odd considering my chosen form of storytelling. But like the subject matter itself, I’m full of contradictions. I don’t enjoy the sensation… Continue reading
R.D. Sellers 