“Madeleines” written by Bethany Joy Lenz, will be the fourth installment to the Diamond Gothic series and it premieres tomorrow, Sunday April 1st - so make sure you support our girl and check this one out!
However, for those of you who have been sleeping on this one (shame on you!) be sure to check out the links below to get up to speed with Diamond Gothic so far.
BY: ABIGAIL SPENCER
Annabell made her way inside the Georgia-peach-of-a-mansion, which was both appropriately grand and warm in the same breath, and found Walter Mason deep in the throws of a whiskey. Over ice? A change of pace for the mustached, muskrat patriarch.
She saw her father’s growing belly and the decline of his pointed-wit. Within the past year, Annabell had noticed his patience wearing thinner and thinner– he seemed to care increasingly less about the things that needed his attention the most. Annabell couldn’t quite put her finger on the matter, but rather scraped over those eggshells by a hair in her buttoned-up, all-the-rage ankle boots. Never wanting to be ‘the what’ of her father’s matter, she had always relied on her girlish charms and in the abiding confidence that she, indeed, would always be Daddy’s girl.
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BY: JC COCCOLI
It was at the beginning of summer, 1929, when Annabell’s family (“The Masons,” as they were referred to by the locals), came here to escape the sounds of the bustling city. They’d been driving out this way for years now, for the peace and quiet; it was the kind of quiet that was enough to drive the crickets mad, really, but this is exactly why they liked it– or so were the rumors.
A ginger boy, branded with the palest skin, greenest eyes and most bothersome freckles sat halfway out the window of the moving vehicle. He was using his embroidered pocket knife to scrape the paint off of the automobile belonging to Mr. Mason, his father. Always doing wrong, Junior was.
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BY: BETHANY JOY LENZ
Fireflies light up the cobblestone road as, here and there, the roar of a Dodge or Ford clamors its way up or down the lane. One grows accustomed to the muggy, breathless evenings of the South. The rabid mosquitoes swarm, the scent of magnolias is dizzying. The Spanish moss, which in the sunlight is an ethereal charm, now hangs, looming in the bug-lit night and hiding war-torn ghosts in its shadows.Continue reading....
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| Pictured: Bethany Joy Lenz Photo: Jeremy Cowart |
Also, check out this gorgeous new photo of Joy courtesy Diamond Gothic's official blog. The woman exudes so much fierceness - stunning!
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