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A Hundred Words
A QUICK NOTE BEFORE GETTING THE STORY STARTED:
Hey there everybody! Wanna know how this story goes?
Well, picture Little Women's Jo March meets Ghost Adventures' Zak Bagans about her haunted house, and then she writes a novel about it.
Don't know who the heck I'm talking about? Well, lets say this is the story of a young, independent girl used to dealing with things by herself, who is forced to turn for help to a not-so-young, far-from-humble TV celeb used to having always his way.
It's a clash of titans turned love story. A challenge for both of them to learn to give in, to understand, to grow, in order to be together.
To meet halfway.
Far from a horror thriller, it's more of a coming-of-age journey, with a lot of paranormal stuff thrown in the mix as a catalist to push the plot forward... or twist it? You be the judge of that.
DUE WARNINGS:
* I'm not one for hasty starts.
This is a rollercoaster you gotta climb up before you can dive in head-on. Blame it on an acquired taste for slow-burns and coherent build-ups, but I like to start stories at the beginning. Meaning things are happening all the time, but I don't kick it off with the main chars face to face to avoid flashbacks and info dumps in the middle of the action.
* The story is told from a single POV, and it doesn't change over the whole book.
A trivia bit that blew me away:
I picked the setting rather randomly, and later on, I found out I set my ghost story a stone-throw away from where Lovecraft set The Dunwich Horror and The Color Out of Space.
Those coincidences I love about writing.
Okay, enough gibberish. I'm just gonna breathe deep and hope for the best.
Please let me know what you think with a rating, share and consider giving the story some gems! Any and all feedback is much appreciated!
♥ Hope you like it! ♥
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A HUNDRED WORDS
We all know Brandon Price. We know he's a reckless trailblazer, just like we know he's charismatic, arrogant, charming, bossy, and every line of the long list of adjectives his critics and admirers from all over the world love to pin on him.
To me, he's the man who faced his worst fears and endured an excruciating pain only to help.
Because he didn’t need to come. I mean, let’s be realistic: there’s a hundred better locations for a season finale. Just off the top of my head? Waverly Hills, Trans Allegheny, Brushy Mountain State Pen. All of them worth a whole season, and one heck of a season finale.
But he came back to Blotter Manor. And he did it only to help me and an entity that had almost killed him.
Tell me about guts. Tell me about heart.
That’s why this is, actually, the story of how I got to meet the bravest man in the world.
And how I fell in lo
Nah, strike that out. I need to stick to the prompt and do what they asked me: a hundred words for a voice over on a post-credit montage. I can leave the rest for my journal.
Jeez. How many, already? Almost 170? Let's start over.
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