This book will have . . .
☏ Explanations on what's going to be going on with this account and my works (why some stories may have been deleted)
☏ My story ideas/sneak peeks of new stories
☏ When updates will be up
☏ Possible upcoming books
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This was a book I was determined to write and I only made the first chapter yet I made a cover for it (if you look I have 11 drafts of stories that are only visible to me that I've written).
When I came back on vacation and read what I wrote before I left I just wasn't feeling it so I probably won't continue but here's the first chapter of Ghost Harry (From the Styles Effect) story:
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AN: I present to you, Ghost Harry's story. Enjoy.
I made a little strangled high pitched whine out of the back of my throat when I tripped and fell on- well whatever the fuck I tripped on how the fuck am I supposed to know I wasn't looking that's why I tripped.
My breathing was heavy and my face was so close to the dirt ground the killer chasing me might have thought I'd been making out and making it mine tuh-night as I slowly crawled away, gritting my teeth in a wince while the twigs and leaves on the forest floor scraped at my skin.
Don't look back Harry, don't look back.
Despite my better judgement- ah sike I don't even know what the fuck that is- I turned my head, looking behind my shoulder to find Mr. masked murderer who wanted to ruin my night making his way over to me at full speed.
"I looked back I looked back! Oh I looked back! Nope should not have looked back!" I screamed out with wide eyes, jumping back to my feet and sprinting away, flailing my arms in the air and screaming as I tried to hide through the abundant amount of tall dark trees.
I made sure to hide behind one real big ass tree as I squinted at the pitch black abyss in front of me.
Oh well that's fucking fantastic.
What did people say about trees again? You hug them when your lost- no wait when you're scared.
Shit was it hug or hump?
I'm pretty sure it's hu-
A loud scream that sounded way too familiar ripped through the air in the distance, making me jump as I started to hump the tree in fear.
