This is so perfectly descriptive of hot sticky Florida swamp, and creepier than creepy! I love it! , the horrible pungent smell of Granny’s from, like sweet fruit rotting under the tree” that sentence describes the whole story!!
I watched a video a long time ago where a man was eating ribs. After every bite, he'd slam his fist on the table, or stomp his feet, and look to the sky as if thanking god for something so good. That's what reading this was like. Every paragraph was a bite of the divine ribs.
when the narrator clocks that Granny is gone and not just dead, ah, so good. You built that reveal so lopro I almost missed it. Also, the folding cot is pretty neat at making the horror "homely"
i knew id read this someplace before.
shoooperb business.
swamp hands on my phone
This is so perfectly descriptive of hot sticky Florida swamp, and creepier than creepy! I love it! , the horrible pungent smell of Granny’s from, like sweet fruit rotting under the tree” that sentence describes the whole story!!
I watched a video a long time ago where a man was eating ribs. After every bite, he'd slam his fist on the table, or stomp his feet, and look to the sky as if thanking god for something so good. That's what reading this was like. Every paragraph was a bite of the divine ribs.
ok actually this is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me
i am speechless
I thought I recognized much of this from the zine! Still love it. So creepy
So good, EJ!
thank you
when the narrator clocks that Granny is gone and not just dead, ah, so good. You built that reveal so lopro I almost missed it. Also, the folding cot is pretty neat at making the horror "homely"
thank you!
One of your best. I’d forgotten just how good it is.
aw shucks.
This was everything I want a story to be! Absolutely smashing good writing!
wow thank you Liz! 🖤
I’ll be thinking about this and the Sorrelwood girls all through Midsummer.