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Happy Independence Day Worms! Here is a special early edition of Freedom Feels! We’ll be taking a break from posting over the holiday. BUT HAVE NO FEAR, we’ll be back to posting the wonderful horror you have come to know on Monday! Take this extra time to read something cool!
Kallie is such an amazing and creative person. You can find her here: Kallie @pageandparlorCRIMECON as told by Briana Prieto
Today's Talk About it Tuesdays is a quick wrap-up of my experience at CrimeCon!!!
CrimeCon oh CrimeCon, how you have my heart!!!
What is CrimeCon you ask?
Well, it’s a true crime convention. In a 3 day weekend, you get to experience everything related to true crime. From the most current cases, to discovering interesting scientific methods. All the events are purely educational and phenomenal. There are endless chances to meet speakers, podcasters, and other true crime fanatics.
CrimeCon took place in New Orleans, Louisiana...
The Magic Puddle
The Magic Puddle
A short story by Beth Griffith
“Thirteen years old,” Grandma grumbled. “Just a girl pushing out his big head. Now look at me! Damn near 50, raisin’ my grandsons. How much money does he give me? Room and board and feedin’ these bottomless stomachs... how much money?” She looked at her grandsons sternly, one hand on her bony hip. They had heard this speech many times before. They knew not to answer. “Seventeen dollars and sixty three cents.” She hissed out the figure. “How am...
Friday Feels- June 28th, 2019
Happy Friday everyone!
This week I wanted to focus on Kealan Patrick Burke! He often takes everyday normal occurrences and gives them terrifying consequences. Want to be scared to buy something at a flea market? Burke is your guy. Want to be absolutely terrified of going to your office party? BURKE. Want to be kind to a kid you see in a store? Burke is going to make you think twice.
Pick up one of his...
Musings on Grady by Audra Figgins
Step in through the door, a little bell tinkles above you, dust swirls visibly through the thin shafts of light that peek through old windows. Books frame the walls on floor-to-ceiling shelves, pile up in haphazard stacks and cover every available surface. There’s a faint hint of vanilla in the air and it’s quiet—the only sound the smooth flick of someone turning a page in the next aisle or the muted, reverent whispering that’s required around stacks of books.
You’re in a bookstore, that most magical...