SNUFF (h.s.)

SNUFF

An ode to cult classics; This book is dedicated to my sister and to all the artists who are part of this story and inspire me to make art.

I'm so excited I'm banging my head on the keyboard!!!

I raise my bottle of gin and I salute you – welcome dear darlings to the Grindhouse! If you came here you must be horny and suffering. That makes two of us. You are about to read a weird story with lots of blood, sex and curse words. I'm Demeter by the way but you can call me Silky if you want.

First of all, I have to thank all these great writers here who have written such massive fanfictions. You sisters are huge! You've created a fandom behind you by just writing a story inspired by Harry. That's how powerful literature is. I thank you. You're titans. Your work has been my summer companion for years. It's my obligation to thank all of you – I've been reading these Harry Styles fanfictions for years since I was 13 or 14. Writing for free is one of the most precious powers someone can possess.

Okay. It's murder time. There is some gore here, there is some violence there but it ain't a big trouble. You know – fancy stuff. Grab your cherry cola with your nachos or your burger find a cozy place and read this shit! Dicks and tits are hanging all over the place but these aren't news and certainly are not something you haven't pictured or seen before. Don't worry. It's not clickbait either. I'm an honest motherfucker. I use the fancy stuff when I have to and for the sake of my writing pleasure. That's all. No nasty tricks. I tried to create something of use here and not waste your time. All I'm saying is that there is a plot - yes ladies and gents, there is a plot - not just Harry being perfect all the time.

I hope that you won't wish I was dead until the end, but if you do, you should know that I met a fortune teller once and she told me that I'd die on a cliff or a forest and that hasn't happened yet so you can hold on to it if you must. You're my dear darlings beautiful readers, you're my most precious treasure and this is for you, for us, for anyone who loves cult shit, blood, murder, serial killers and a little bit of poetry in-between. We've forgotten that poetry is vital for stories. I hope that I'm not just preaching here though.

Harry's in trouble. That's all I can say. I'll be a fortune teller here for you – but not a good one. I know only what I want to know. And I should tell you that this little nasty bastard kept me up every night until I was done with him and this story. But it was worth it. Harry's a chameleon in my mind and I like doing anything I want with him as a character. He's my voodoo doll. And he's a darling too.

This ain't your classic story where the heroine wakes up one morning and her mother has sold her to Harry Styles - it's murder & mayhem time! Prepare for a blood flood! So relax, take your pills and enjoy. Watch the trailer if you want - I will tell you this one secret; there's more to come Dear Darlings. Also, check the linktree in my wattpad bio for the visuals, the art and all the good stuff! I've finished this story way back and all I have to do is just post the chapters here according to schedule. So, keep an eye on my story because you are about to fall down the rabbit hole soon...

Here's my confession; I'm not a writer, I write. And I'm not an artist, I make art. I'm an amateur and I don't think I should be rich. So, you can call me your buddie if you feel like it. I love stories about haunts & horrors. I like to think of myself as a free spirit and I'd probably be a witch in my past life or an old granny sitting on my waving chair with a knitted, tiny blanket on my feet while I tell fairytales to every child of the neighborhood. If I can be that, I'll die happy. Otherwise I'll probably have the same problem as poor Oscar did and I won't leave until this bitch wallpaper in my room burns or someone takes it down.

I love you Dear Darlings.

Welcome to the Grindhouse!