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    Don't Need No Water
    Don't Need No Water
    Don't Need No Water
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    Don't Need No Water

    By Evans Light

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    A brutal crime demands bloody justice.

    When his beloved girlfriend Sissy ends up dead in the local jailhouse, Iverson doesn't believe for a minute that she committed suicide. After he and his brothers learn the harsh truth about what really happened, what the Sheriff and his friends did to her, they set out to make the whole town pay for their sins. Nothing but the truth can stop the flames of hell that burn in the wake of their brutal vengeance.

    A no-holds-barred story from author Evans Light (Screamscapes: Tales of Terror, Bad Apples: Halloween Horrror, Doorbells at Dusk).

     

    "Brutal...vicious...unapologetic...twisted. Five Stars - highly recommended."

    -Jason Parent, author of SEEING EVIL and WHAT HIDES WITHIN"
     

    "...Lean, mean-spirited, gruesome, fast-paced, and quite tense."

    -Gregor Xane, author of THE HANOVER BLOCK and SIX DEAD SPOTS


    About Corpus Press:

     

    Corpus Press is a publisher of horror and weird fiction, specializing in modern pulp that emphasizes plot over gore. Based in Charlotte, North Carolina, the press has garnered praise from SCREAM Magazine, Cemetery Dance, Horror Novel Reviews, Hellnotes and others for its Bad Apples:Slices of Halloween Horror series, the anthology Dead Roses: Five Dark Tales of Twisted Love, and for its short story collections and novellas.


    Horror anthologies and collections from Corpus Press:

    • Screamscapes: Tales of Terror
    • In Darkness, Delight: Masters of Midnight (Vol. 1)
    • In Darkness, Delight: Creatures of the Night (Vol. 2)
    • Dead Roses: Five Dark Tales of Twisted Love

    Halloween horror books from Corpus Press:

    • Doorbells at Dusk: Halloween Stories
    • Bad Apples: Five Slices of Halloween Horror
    • Bad Apples 2: Six Slices of Halloween Horror
    • Bad Apples 3: Seven Slices of Halloween Horror
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCorpus Press
    Release dateSep 12, 2018
    ISBN9781386372882
    Don't Need No Water
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    Evans Light

    Evans Light is a writer of horror and suspense, and is the author of Screamscapes: Tales of Terror, Arboreatum, Don’t Need No Water and more. He is edited of Doorbells at Dusk and co-creator of the Bad Apples Halloween anthology series and Dead Roses: Five Dark Tales of Twisted Love. Evans lives in Charlotte, North Carolina, surrounded by thousands of vintage horror paperbacks. He is editor-in-chief and co-owner of Corpus Press, which specializes in original horror and weird fiction. He is the proud father of fine sons and the lucky husband of a beautiful wife.

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      Don't Need No Water - Evans Light

      Don’t Need No Water 

      B arkersville used to be such a nice town, people were always saying, but I knew better. Sure, at one time the paint wasn’t faded and peeling and the asphalt on Main Street didn’t look like it had been through a World War II bombing raid, but this town has never been a nice town, no matter how you defined the word.

      No, the truth was, this town had been cobbled together by a bunch of inbred and dimwitted former slave-tenders and plantation managers, middle-men, not rich enough to move on to greener pastures after the civil war had robbed them of their jobs and not skilled enough to actually do much of anything useful by themselves, either. The North’s victory had thrust them into a brave new world they weren’t prepared for, and they had built this town to hide from it, had been doing just that ever since, clinging desperately to memories of better times that weren’t.

      Well, I’m about to thrust them into a brave new world of my own, and when I’m done, Sherman will seem like a little boy playing with matches.

      I promise.

      Me and the boys picked up Main Street from Route 49 southbound about two blocks north of downtown, at about two-thirty on a midsummer night. A storm had blown through the day before, without setting down a drop of rain. With no moon in the sky, darkness fell hard, tucking itself in tight around the edges of town, like a freshly made bed.

      Gecko flipped off the pickup’s headlights, as we slipped onto the main drag that led into town, trying to be as stealthy as was possible in a 1994 Chevy pickup. Gecko wasn’t our kin, but just as good as, a lifelong friend who had long since lost his proper Christian name, owing to the fact that his two eyes moved independent of each other.

      I stood in the truck bed with my palms pressed down hard on the cabin roof. The parched wind blowing through my hair was the last remaining thing about this place that felt good.

      I wouldn’t be sad to see it all go to hell, not in the least.

      As we passed the Dollar General, I rapped on the metal roof of the cab so Gecko would know to stop. He pulled into a spot along the curb next to a sign that said, BEST CHKIN IN TOWN, EAT DA BONES!

      I wanted to have one last look around the old hometown. Here in the darkness, storefronts illuminated by nothing but the flickering glow of a few streetlights, it looked about as tranquil and wholesome as a slice of hot apple pie nestled into a baseball glove on grandma’s kitchen window sill. Not much that would set it apart from any other little

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