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Irish GoodbyesBy Brent Bosworth I tossed my bolt cutters to the ground after snapping the chain that held the door shut, and walked into the Rapid Falls Hotel. The place closed down and was abandoned back in 2016, just one year after I spent my honeymoon here. It still looked just as grand and beautiful as it had before; it was just a lot dustier now and home to many more cobwebs. When we stayed here, we got the honeymoon suite, of course, which was the main attraction. Its balcony overlooked a hundred and fifty-foot waterfall. I was excited...
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Trigger warning: this story includes sexual violence, and substance abuse. The House with No Doorbell By Brent Bosworth The house at 13 Sycamore Street is an ugly, falling-down bungalow with peeling brown paint. The storm door doesn’t shut all the way, and where a doorbell used to be, there is now just a hole in the wall. Even from the doorway, it smells musty, and I’m overwhelmed by mildew as soon as I walk in. I turn and run to the banister just outside the door, and lean over it just as I can no longer hold back the vomit. When...
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Three infected surrounded Charlie as he backed himself against a tree. He tried to duck behind the old oak to get away, but Charlie was too small and slow. He was only seven years old and his little legs and coordination were not cooperating with him. He tripped over a root, and they were on him in seconds, tearing at his clothes. Charlie’s father Bo had just arrived back on the scene to see his son flailing like one of the old tube men you’d see outside of a tire dealership. He raised his pistol in the air and fired a round. The noise insta...
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