The Ghoul
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In this fantasy-horror epic, a toymaker and his hunchback companion explore a nightmarish gothic landscape in search of a lost magic artifact that is said to have the ability to bring the dead back to life. Unbeknownst to them, a powerful dark lord is also in search of this artifact in order to harness its power for his own purpose. I'm a screenwriter who has never written a novel/novella or anything in narrative fiction before, so go easy on me. I'm not even sure if this is any good but I thought I'd post chapters as I finish rough drafts of them to see if people even enjoy reading it or not. Anyway, here it is! Hopefully it's not total bullshit. This is my first stab at this sort of thing so I'll only continue posting chapters if and when anyone expresses interest in reading more. Otherwise, here's a sample of some possibly good or bad writing!
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im gna be honest this is a huge work in progress, but essentially After a major traumatic event in Griffen Westons life sends him spiraling into a life he never expected, things seem beyond fixing. He had never felt so empty. But grief has a certain smell. It's a scent that attracts a certain kind of creature when you head out into the woods. His dreams tell him tales before he sees them. He watches this mysterious wisp of white hair and green cloth dart about the moss to evade him. The scent of patchouli and lavender with the pugent musk of sulfur harrasses him into submitting into this feeble attempt at following her. Or It. Whoever this person may be, they heard him calling out. They knew what he needed. He never expected to find himself so enamored with something so unique. But he didnt know how to find a way to stay away from this curiosity. TW for death, grief, suicidal ideation/tendencies later on, graphic descriptions of injury, self harm, and other possible dark themes i will brush up on. edit: wattpad deformated everything i promise it looked pretty at one point

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