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        Will Papasian lived in a modest house with a green front door. He put in exactly forty hours every week at the paint factory, mixing the exact same shades of pine green and off-white paint. The same colors as his house, and indeed everyone’s house. The city of Nutopia was a sea of pine green and off-white as far as the eye could see. Will had never lent much thought to this fact; or much thought to any fact, real...
      The cat appeared with the storm. I had been lost and wandering through the forest for what had felt like three lifetimes but couldn’t have been more than an hour or two. Mother had ordered me out to pick berries for a pie she wanted to bake to impress the magistrate. She hoped to convince him to marry me, despite my protests. Conversation with the magistrate was drier than bones and I had never seen the man smile. ...
      If you asked Kira Chen to describe herself in one word, she would most likely say, “efficient,” and then tell you to stop wasting her time with stupid questions. If you asked Joe Garver the same question, he would laugh and ask how he was ever supposed to choose just one word when there were thousands of amazing options. Then he would ask if you wanted coffee and by the time you left the coffee shop, you’d...
CW: suicide/self-harm, physical violence. Arthur Wellston came into possession of Dallow House by misfortune. The grand estate had been owned for many years by a distant cousin of the Dallow family, who then passed on rather abruptly after a bad bout of pneumonia. The cousin’s son took it upon himself to sell many of their own possessions, as their financial situation was not as stable as it had once...
       Jamie Green grew up in a house full of monsters. Her dad drew them for comic books and his office was littered with sketches of fanged, nightmarish creatures. It might have been cool, having a comic writer for a dad. But Tom believed monsters were real, and that one had taken his sister when they were children. It grew to a point of obsession, which is why Jamie’s mom wasn’t around anymore. But Jamie stayed. She h...
       Salvation looked like hell. So it was exactly as Iris Danes remembered it. She steered her Jeep around a jagged crack in the asphalt just ahead of the faded sign that read Welcome to Salvation! Posted beneath the cheery welcome message was another, more ominous sign. For your safety: Turn on the radio...
We were just sitting down to dinner when Mama shared the news about Michael Farlowe.      “Poor boy jumped right off the old bridge,” she said, plopping down a heaping bowl of mashed potatoes. “Sheriff had to go down, have some boys help drag him out of the water nearly a mile from the bridge. I heard the news just this morning, from Mrs. Abernathy.”     “Michael Farlowe never had any sen...
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