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THE PARISH- PROLOGUE

September 16, 2012

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Everything has its end. Even the paradox of death. But who would have thought it would take so long. The dawn of time had omens, the ancient world had predictions. We wrote books about it. We watched movies on it. But we never knew we’d succumb to the human condition, The fault in our ways. […]

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THE PARISH – CHAPTER ONE

November 6, 2011

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The sky collapses in on itself. The clouded heavens part.¬† Moon grinning. Stars winking. Fog swirls up around my ankles. The street lamps hum. Bleary shafts of light dissolving the haze. The air is icy, flushing my cheeks. I feel eyes watching me. I shudder. I start back¬† to home. I walk quickly, avoiding the […]

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THE PARISH – CHAPTER TWO

November 13, 2009

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Their skin has peeled back like wallpaper. Gore, cartilage, flesh. The reek of death. Bile, disgust and terror brew in my stomach. I stumble from the bottom stair. Their eyes dart to me and they gasp through their corrupted lungs. Brackish blood spatters as I shove through the bodies. A hand catches my wrist. So […]

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THE PARISH – CHAPTER THREE

November 20, 1800

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0:02, I flicker like a flame. And they smother me out. I rise like smoke as air leaves my lungs. I taste ash on my tongue. 0:34, As I burn away, I see red. And then I see nothing. 1:08, A black forest blossom. Death dangles from trees. A sickly sickle moon shadows the leaves. […]

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THE PARISH – CHAPTER FOUR

December 4, 1700

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Her veins turn black with ichor and infection. Her pupils bleed. She is hopeless and I am helpless as I clutch her arms and scream “Mom!” as her chest hitches and she crumples. Her red skirts drape around her, like a flower wilting into the winter, Like blood staining the snow. “Mom, Mom! Please.” I […]

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THE PARISH – CHAPTER FIVE

December 11, 1500

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I am laying under mom’s rotting body when they find me. The Curates. The sky is dark and their standard reflector uniforms glimmer like synthetic stars in the night. The sounds of them approaching rumbles. But I lay among the dead with blood on my hands and I hardly care. My mother is wrenched off […]

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THE PARISH – CHAPTER SIX

December 18, 1400

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My feet are bare and the mud sloshes against my legs. The night has been slathered thick with cosmos, freckles of fathomless stars. The moon hovers a misty orb in the dwindle of black sky. The trees look like fragments of fingers trying to capture the tenebrosity. The swamp is cold and terrifying and silent, […]

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