The Story

4 Year Synopsis

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Chapter 1: Welcome to Bravado Folks disagree as to whether or not Bravado has ever been a good or decent place, but most point out that there was at least…

A Dark and Empty Accord

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Her golden curls spilled between his fingers as he took her in for one last kiss. As their lips parted for the last time, he puzzled over her. It was…

Timothy and the Asylum

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Born to Nathan and Wilma Smythe in the summer of 1843, Timothy was the second eldest of five children. He and his brothers and sister went about their days the…

The Mad Miner

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“Mind me now Jeb! Mind me what I tell you son!” Those words rang in Jeb’s ears as he snapped awake from an uneasy sleep. He laid there for a…

Black Widow

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“Are you boys sure that you’re ok?” Mary asked as she tended to her sons’ wounds. “I couldn’t live with myself if I lost either of you.” “We’re fine.” They…

The Fox Sisters

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During the Mid 1800’s– Kate and Margaret Fox – resided in Hydesville, New York, with their parents. The house they lived in had a reputation for being haunted. Reportedly, there were…

Serpent Mound

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The design of the mound matches the shape of the constellation Draco, with the star Thuban (Alpha Draconis, which served as the north pole star from the 4th to 2nd…

Safety Coffins of the 1800s

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A tragedy has struck, and a loved one passes. Nothing makes sense how this could have happened. A physicians declaration of death is the final observation. Grieving, the family decides…

Portrait of Theodosia Burr

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On December 31, 1812, Theodosia Burr, wife of wealthy Governor Joseph Alston of South Carolina, left her husband’s plantation and sailed north on the Patriot to visit her father, Aaron Burr,…

Old Tennent Church

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On June 28th, 1778 the Revolutionary War took a change for the better, as General George Washington (coming to the aid of Charles Lee) met the British in the Battle…

Mark

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I remember as a young lad having terrible nightmares. My mother collected dolls so naturally I fucking hate them to my core. Not realizing the traumatic affect of having 100’s…