#andersen prunty

[thegraceisfor]

Here are some MORE horror books not by Stephen King (he's great obviously but when you search for horror he's often the first result).

[5hadow-girl]

We Don't Talk About Her by Andersen Prunty

We Don’t Talk About Her by Andersen Prunty

Synopsis:  Clint is a laughable stalker who lives in a hoard with his decaying mother. Stella is his current fascination, but Clint has no idea what kind of woman Stella is. She’s playing a lifelong game and only she knows the rules. Now she’s made a wrong move and finds herself at Clint’s house, victim to his perverse attentions and bizarre behavior. Is it the perfect place to hide from her…

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[lainevierge]

There was some feeling, some belief I was raised with that made it seem like the more a person suffered, the more rewards they reaped. That belief, like many others I’d been raised with, was a huge blobby lie.

Fuckness by Andersen Prunty

[lainevierge]

They seemed completely disorienting, like you’d never be able to remember where you were. And the further you looked into them, the darker it became. I imagined people living in secret houses and doing secret things like making moonshine and fucking relatives.

Fuckness by Andersen Prunty

[lainevierge]

He said he wanted to go to New York. He’d heard that was where you could paint and get paid for it.

Fuckness by Andersen Prunty

[lainevierge]

When most people gave me advice, it was just a polite way of telling me what to do.

Fuckness by Andersen Prunty

[lainevierge]

To start it, he had to wrap this rope around some cylindrical thing at the top of the engine and pull. It took him about ten more pulls than it had before the pull cord was dislocated. To turn it off, you had to take hold of these two naked wires and touch them to this hot part of the engine and keep them held there until the damn thing sputtered to a stop. This seemed kind of dangerous because the lawnmower didn’t have a gas cap and the strenuously bucking exercise of starting it caused gas to slosh everywhere and, when you touched those wires to that metal, there were usually some sparks.

Fuckness by Andersen Prunty

[lainevierge]

A kid would sell his soul for a can of pop, but a grownup has to think more about it.

Fuckness by Andersen Prunty