So I'm starting something entirely different for me, and the whole idea began when a couple of my friends asked me to do something spooky-yet-real for October.
Now what's spooky-yet-real? I tried to find a million different storylines accordingly, but they've pretty much all been done before.
So I nixed that idea and tried starting fresh. That's when I zoned in on the whole Clown Craze thing happening and man, do I hate it. But it also gave a good idea for a book. This book, which I'm calling No Children Allowed. I don't know if I'll continue with this; I guess it depends on the readers. I really hope you like it, and I also hope you're kind as readers because I'm new at this, and also, there's only so much scary clowns can get.
A heads up: I would also like to point out that there is no actual point to this story, so don't expect too much. It's a book that has a lot of messed up situations and equal amounts of witty jabs every now and then (with a side of bloodshed and major feels), and that's it.
S Y N O P S I S
Macy Carter knows there are far scarier things out there than white painted faces and signature red noses on people who clearly have too much time on their hands. The clown craze pranks are running rampant and she could care less, but when she and her friends find themselves beginning the cold night by scouring the woods and ending up at an old abandoned building that's not as deserted as it seems, she slowly finds out what's happening is anything but a regular harmless prank.
W A R N I N G S
S T A T U S
started: October 12th, 2016
finished: March 4th, 2017
"Look at this way: he was so wasted, I doubt he even felt it when the hatchet went through his shoulder. Or when that knife hit his throat," he winced as he went on, "or when they cut his—oh, fuck it."
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No Children Allowed ✓Horror
Macy Carter knows there are far scarier things out there than white painted faces and signature red noses on people who clearly have too much time on their hands. The clown craze pranks are running rampant and she could care less, but when she and h...