Horror Thriller . . . I am home

Started my 5th book.

You will find that under the sidebar as "Grace – Horror Thriller - Haunted"

I ask myself as I read the number 5, why do I like to challenge myself so fiercely? I do not know. But one thing I know . . . I love horror books! I started my writing with writing short horror stories that were supposed to be based toward the teenage crowd. (You know . . . like the Scary stories to tell in the dark series?)

So I'm happy that I started one like this. I didn't know it would be a horror thriller, but sure nuff, it turned out that way.

Despite the weather being near 90 today, I have been able to work on it for a bit. Taking constant breaks so laptop doesn't get overheated is fun! lol

I tend to take it easy in this heat though. I get heat sickness fairly easy if I don't. So mostly I've been catching up on some reading today, not writing.

Here is a tiny [draft] sample of the beginning of this book:

[ . . . ] Grace nearly crashed down the entire staircase with the speed she was moving. She followed Reagan on her heels, watching as her best friend turned the corner off the porch, and out of sight. She hopped over the snakes on the floor, gasping as one tried to bite her. Another slid over the toe of her boot.

She grabbed the snake and in one motion, ripped head from tail with a loud snap. A plume of black acrid smoke drifted upward. [. . . ]

Ooo sounds interesting.

Ariana

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