Tag: Vincent Price
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 32
I stood in my bedroom, in the basement of the house I grew up in for potentially the last time. No, it was the last time. It had to be. That house taught me about the pitfalls of life. I stuffed the clothes I wore in the park during the execution into a plastic bag.…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 14
When I returned my father was perched in his withered recliner, paralyzed in his shriveling body and sleeping off the intoxication. Three inches of whiskey stood in a murky glass, sweating a ring amongst many rings on the wooden end table. He snored loudly while in the middle of a film, The Last Man On…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 8
Maeve and I got to the house as the sun burned, torturing our once thriving green lawn into a dried up, yellow patch of scorched earth. We brought home greasy bacon, egg, and cheese sandwiches on poppyseed rolls, wrapped in tinfoil from Cherry Valley. My father was in his usual spot, asleep and snoring on…
SEAN GABLER 