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Eden Black Oct 2
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I already refer to that as "Raleigh Gothic". 😏
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CJ Robinson Oct 2
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Is this a music genre, food genre, or architecture genre?
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Pam Wishbow 💀 eccc S14 Oct 2
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This is just Anything Ghost, Scott.
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saturn Oct 2
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I snuck out of my 600-square-foot guest bedroom, without The Count’s knowledge. That’s when I saw him, standing by the bay window in his fourth kitchen. I could tell by the distant beeping that he was trying to figure out which of his 200 fire alarms had run out of batteries
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plague tweetscapes Oct 2
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The old house had long since succumbed to the elements that punished the top of the ridge. I slowly picked my way over the several dozen salmon-colored faux-stone columns that had once lined the entire facade,
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Love → Applebees on Fire Oct 2
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this type of banal prefab horror is maybe one of my favorite
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An Extremely, Bafflingly Unreasonable Man Oct 2
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ah shit I got caught by a giant spider and it's carrying me up the tilting Silo of Shame in a spiral pattern
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plague tweetscapes Oct 2
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Old Nancy, we called her. Her family had once lived in the old mcmansion, if such a thing is even conceivable given the state of the place. "The 5 full bathrooms were totally country" she croaked. We pitied and hated her, as we pitied and hated the place itself.
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Crimmel Oct 2
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This physically hurts. Please go on.
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plague tweetscapes Oct 2
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Don "Count" Blorchum's family had made their money in Big Ag, generations back. Don's father bought up old properties around town, converting them into multi-unit rentals. The Count inherited this vast empire, and built a McMansion on the ridge above town.
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Baylor Johnson Oct 2
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"We haven't had an overnight guest in years," said Moira, leading me down the guest suite corridor, her voice echoing off the granite accent wall. Several of the motion-activated recessed lights in the ceiling stayed dark as we passed, their bulbs long burnt out. I believed her.
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plague tweetscapes Oct 2
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But what felled Blorchum McMansion wasn't the curse that Bill-Don, the bastard son of Don, uttered as he drove away in his immaculate Ford F-150 Raptor. Behind the glass of the 35-foot-tall entryway quickly shrinking in the rearview mirror, a rot had taken hold.
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Joseph Eichstaedt Oct 2
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“Chet was supposed to call a roofer five years ago, but we’ve done well enough without it.” Helen said, lighting a cigarette. My tired eyes scanned the ceiling where several yellowing stains were growing, and I was filled with dread.
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Dragon Denton⚱ Or how I learnt that OCD and anxie- Oct 2
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The kitchen's ceiling was rather elevated, thin tubes with wiring and cone shaped tiny lamps hanged overhead.Looking at the fridge it's built in TV plasma showing discoloured, blue tinted images, I would tried to count it's dead pixels but my hands don't have that many fingers.
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plague tweetscapes Oct 2
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Bill-Don was as wild and unpredictable as the vast, manicured lawn that surrounded the 10-bedroom exurban estate he'd grown up in.
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Wolfred Oct 2
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My father built this elaborate home entertainment system in the image of an actual movie theater to bring us joy but the Panasonic PT-RZ31K would only play home videos of my poor career in little league softball, lavishly disgracing me in front of all my friends who slept over.
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Tyler Oct 2
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thank you for this writing prompt omg
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Morgan Thorp Oct 2
Sounds like 's next project.
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plague tweetscapes Oct 2
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Flashlights fell upon what had once been one of several kitchens. Green marble countertops over white marble floors. Rotting images of chickens, dogs, corn. "Careful", Steve warned. "Slippery." The entrance to the Count's cavernous "Man Den" yawned before us.
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