Inked In Gold

Inked In Gold

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Dec 7, 2020
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Fiction
Horror
The book was always a little weird, but no one expected to find Elena Floria's dead body beside it. It was left behind to Zandra, left for her to deal with, grief, regret, confusion. The book was so entrancing, as if it would just suck her in. One dip into nostalgia couldn't hurt, right? Aight, so here's the deal: I've been working on this since April, this is a genuine book that I've been working really hard on. As of writing this blurb, I just finished draft #1, I'm putting this in now just to remind you all of it, that it will be here. I'm hoping it'll be done come Halloween, once that comes, I'll upload a chapter every other day or so. But yeah, this is my actual attempt at a real horror novel, like, I wanna get this published (the cover is also a fill-in till I get a good original one going). So yeah, mark your calendars ladies, gents, and enbies, the horror has only just begun. PS: there is some REALLY strong language in this story, it's marked mature, but still please be aware!
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"It took me five seconds to fall. The impact on my chest jarring my body but not my mind. I suppose this is the point where your life is supposed to flash before your eyes as time itself freezes - and it did in a way. But I didn't relive my life physically like walking through an old memory, déjà vu in each step. It was a feeling, something that started in my chest and spread to my fingertips, one so unique to me that it encapsulated each significant event into one single second." For as long as May can remember one mystery has haunted her world. A dirty window before her, the grim obstructing her vision, she has lived with a loss she can't identify - that is until one rainy night. Gradually the spots of dirt May scratched at for so long wipe away with the touch of a finger. But when she looks in will she like what she sees - or will curiosity kill the cat?

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