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GHOSTS AMONG THESE HILLS | He wouldn’t look at her. He wouldn’t dare look at her with his eyes glowing yellow in the moonlight. Those eyes that reminded him of the person–the thing he had become. “James,” she called, standing right behind him. He hesitantly opened his mouth to speak, and closed it again. “James, please look at me. Are you…” Her words trailed off and it was painful, because to him it meant uncertainty. Rejection. Fear. How could she love him when he could grow claws at his will and rip people apart–as he did a mile from where they stood? When he was no longer human? Painfully, he pried his gaze away from the landscape and looked into her eyes, looked at her just a step away from him, her brow furrowed. “I am. I’m a monster,” he husked out resentfully. She stared at him, stared and stared, but her eyes were soft. And her hand was soft as it touched upon his face, cradling his cheek. “You’re still James,” she said. “That doesn’t change anything.” [L I S T E N]

i. in the woods somewhere - hozier | ii. the hunter and the game - clint mansell | iii. ghosts - james vincent mcmorrow | iv. claws- son lux | v. hunger of the pine - alt-j | vi. closer (presets remix) - kings of leon | vii. easy (switch screens) - son lux ft. lorde | viii. epic (part ii) - anais mitchell

West Virginia gothic
  • You see a piggly wiggly as you drive and you panic. You do not live in the South. The South is rising. You must keep going.
  • Your friend lives just outside the city. Which city, you ask. The city, they say. They refuse to name it. Perhaps it has no name. You have certainly never been to a city.
  • Your neighbor has cars. So many. None of them run. They just need a little work, he assures you. They multiply over night. Your neighbor is gone. The cars rev their own engines. You will have a new neighbor soon.
  • Spring is coming. You bring your plants outside. They freeze. The sacrifice is accepted. It’s warmer today.
  • You hold the door open for an elderly woman. Well aren’t you just a sweetheart, she says. You try to protest, saying it was no trouble, but it’s too late. Your heart is sweet. The old woman smiles with sharp teeth. She will use your heart to make tea.
  • There is a flood watch. There is always a flood watch. You watch, as instructed. Nothing changes. You are already underwater.
  • You stop at an intersection. The person across from you waves you on. You wave him on, trying to be polite. Neither one of you will move. You look closer and see yourself. Time is meaningless. You wave him on, trying to be polite.
  • Your mother asks how your cousin is doing. Which cousin. There are so many. Everyone is your cousin. You know, she says, you know. And you do. They’re fine. You saw them just the other day. Neither of you made eye contact.
  • A waitress asks what you would like to drink. Water, please, you say. It is hopeless. She brings you a sweet tea. You are so thirsty. You drink the tea and it tastes like despair. She brings you another. You are so thirsty.
  • Come see the mystery hole, the signs say. The laws of gravity defied! You won’t believe your eyes! You shiver. You have been to the mystery hole, and you could not believe your eyes. You dared not.
  • You know that gas is cheaper in town. You drive further and further. Gas will be cheaper you assure yourself. You can’t remember who told you. It’s been days.
  • Of course the mothman is real, he’s right there. You try to tell the tourists, but they don’t listen. They insist it’s just a statue. The statues eyes glint red, and it breathes. They take pictures with it. We look away. It’s not our place.
  • People sell food on the roadside. Fresh ramps, they call. Picked fresh. You pick one up. It’s warm, pulsing. You buy ten. You don’t know why. You don’t like ramps, no one likes ramps. You put them in your fridge. They continue to pulse. It’s strangely comforting.
  • It’s mushroom season. You join your family looking for morels. Your father finds a patch. He picks one, and it has a face. He has blood on his hands. These will taste great, he says. He is crying. He loves morels.
  • You sneeze, and everyone in the room turns to look at you. God bless you, they whisper in unison. You will never see any of these people again.
  • It’s allergies, you explain apologetically as you wipe your nose again. It is always running, and it is tired. Eat local honey, the woman says. She was not there before. You have to eat local honey, she insists. She hands you a jar. It is black. You take it, shaken. It tastes like coal.
  • You’re not from here, are you. An old man stares at you distrustfully. You explain that you’re from Virginia. Virginia, he scoffs. Ohio, Kentucky, Maryland, Virginia. Those aren’t real places he insists. He huddles with other old men. They are afraid. They have never left.
  • A tourist knocks on your door. You answer, resigned. This is the fifth tourist today. They want to buy something. Anything. The last tourist bought your grandmother. Vintage, he exclaimed. Vintage what, he would not say. You are open for business.

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Les Misfits Network: This is a shout for anybody in the Les Mis fandom who’s feeling kind of detached and out of the loop (misfits, if you will) and wants to make some friends and share things* with them!

How to join:

  • Be a Les Mis fan. (…Preferably.)
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This is literally open to absolutely everyone, so don’t worry about the limited spaces on the page as it stands, I can add more. I look forward to seeing more of you guys on my dash!