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Episode 60 Transcription by @jbutler22 0:01 Murray: Hey there, I’m Dean Murray and this is a special episode of Homewrecker. We’re on the road this week, heading up to historic...
Homewrecker
Episode 60 Transcription by @jbutler22 0:01 Murray: Hey there, I’m Dean Murray and this is a special episode of Homewrecker. We’re on the road this week, heading up to historic...
There was no grass on CX2389, only a soft blueish foam that cracked along the ground to reveal a bubbling purple gunk underneath. The haunting outline of CX2389’s near dead...
Nightglow Pizza
There was no grass on CX2389, only a soft blueish foam that cracked along the ground to reveal a bubbling purple gunk underneath. The haunting outline of CX2389’s near dead...
The Whole Foods where Justin works is a block from the beach, close enough to smell it. Apart from the rusting cars in the parking lot and the blood-spattered branches...
Hole World
The Whole Foods where Justin works is a block from the beach, close enough to smell it. Apart from the rusting cars in the parking lot and the blood-spattered branches...
I can hear his heart beating in the dark. It’s less the low thrum of my own heart of muscle and flesh, and more like the grandmother clock he brought...
From This Beating Heart, From This Fractured Mind
I can hear his heart beating in the dark. It’s less the low thrum of my own heart of muscle and flesh, and more like the grandmother clock he brought...
The wild yellow dance of flames. The scent of smoke. Your screams. You're in my arms, your fearful voice mumbling unintelligible words. You grip me so tightly, your lacquered nails...
Through Dreams She Moves
The wild yellow dance of flames. The scent of smoke. Your screams. You're in my arms, your fearful voice mumbling unintelligible words. You grip me so tightly, your lacquered nails...
“Come see what I found in the woods,” Timmy Baxter said, and like any child of ten years old, I followed him on that last day of summer without a...
Spitting Image
“Come see what I found in the woods,” Timmy Baxter said, and like any child of ten years old, I followed him on that last day of summer without a...
“June?” I don’t know if that’s the first or hundredth time Norah said my name. Judging by the quick, worried glances she casts my way before returning her eyes to...
Junebug
“June?” I don’t know if that’s the first or hundredth time Norah said my name. Judging by the quick, worried glances she casts my way before returning her eyes to...