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The Rack: Stories Inspired By Vintage Horror Paperbacks
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“Michelle could have told her it wasn’t May who was disturbed. The girl simply found ways to cope in a hostile world that used her for political currency when it was convenient, and ignored her the rest of the time. The”
― The Rack: Stories Inspired By Vintage Horror Paperbacks
― The Rack: Stories Inspired By Vintage Horror Paperbacks
“Isn’t a weeping woman the most wonderful kind?”
― The Rack: Stories Inspired By Vintage Horror Paperbacks
― The Rack: Stories Inspired By Vintage Horror Paperbacks
“It’s a book! All books should be read, and you know, maybe this is the story I need to read today,” she’d point to her recently completed book. “That’s what books do; they offer us something we’re looking for.”
― The Rack: Stories Inspired By Vintage Horror Paperbacks
― The Rack: Stories Inspired By Vintage Horror Paperbacks
“I realized quickly, no matter how tightly I hugged my mother’s sweaters hanging in the coat closet in the hallway, breathing deep into the neck to catch her lavender scent, it
wasn’t enough. She was not here. Objects can never truly capture the whole essence of the person.”
― The Rack: Stories Inspired By Vintage Horror Paperbacks
wasn’t enough. She was not here. Objects can never truly capture the whole essence of the person.”
― The Rack: Stories Inspired By Vintage Horror Paperbacks
“Mr. Barnett was the first grown-up to use the word exciting to describe everything that had happened. Of course, all us kids thought it was exciting and cool, but the only words I’d heard other grownups use were horrible and terrifying and dreadful. But Mr. Barnett was like that. He wasn’t like the other adults I knew. He always drank too much at the neighborhood block parties and shot off too many fireworks on the Fourth of July”
― The Rack: Stories Inspired By Vintage Horror Paperbacks
― The Rack: Stories Inspired By Vintage Horror Paperbacks
“His mother died when he was in junior high, a single car crash on her way home from work after a shortcut through the local pub. By the time the firetrucks arrived with the jaws of life, her pale blue Volkswagen Beetle had fervently fucked a large oak tree, the orgasm of twisted metal, blood, and Mom body parts shot in a load along the edge of the road and into the brush.”
― The Rack: Stories Inspired By Vintage Horror Paperbacks
― The Rack: Stories Inspired By Vintage Horror Paperbacks
