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4 Must Read Books for Thriller/Suspense Writers & Lovers to Read ASAP
Books—can't get enough of them, personally. When I die, turn my ashes into the paper for book pages. Now, you may not be as intense as I am (not a bad thing), but books can be both entertaining and full of inspiration. I'm a writer and an avid reader, and I tend to focus on the horror, thriller, and mystery genres. What can I say? I like a good scare. If you're looking for a killer read or something to inspire your writing, here are five books I think you need to read ASAP and why.
By Mia Petitti7 years ago in Horror
Dolly
I killed Mommy. My mommy and daddy met at the park. I know, I know, sounds cliché and lame. It wasn't though they truly had that thing called the spark of love when they first laid eyes on each other. They connected like an apple to an apple tree, but nature eventually takes its course and that apple falls. A perfectly beautiful and ripe apple fell from the tree. The apple wasn't rotten or horrid. My mother. She was perfect, still so young and had a life to live and another to nurture. I took that from her. I'm a monstrous thing who should go die. At least that's what daddy tells me.
By Melissa Dillon7 years ago in Horror
What Is Trance Channeling?
I have schizophrenia, but I’m also a trance medium. Trance channeling is a psychic ability in which mediums let a spirit communicate with their mind or a medium can, conversely, listen to the spirits around them in order to convey a message. There are several different kinds of mediumship, besides. Real trance states lead to a genuine bond between a spirit and a communicator. Trance symptoms include slowing of the heart rate, steady breathing, no rapid eye movement (REM), a lower body temperature, a reduced ability to feel pain, and various different levels of unconsciousness.
By Iria Vasquez-Paez7 years ago in Horror
A B C Doomed
Child A Without all the paintings hung out on display the place seemed a lot bigger. More like a maze. There was a ceaseless buzzing in the corridor. A boundless energy of those who moved through it, weaving around each other. Child A kept her head down and pushed her way through the sea of faces. The floor was shiny, just like water.
By Molly Winton7 years ago in Horror
Tragedy of Black Willows
On a dark and gloomy night, a disfigured rogue began lacerating and gouging it's chest so deeply that the sternum had flung out and smashed through this window that had been besprinkled with spiderwebs and flies. It landed at the foot of the bed. There, a girl, lying asleep, woke up when the sound lingered within her eardrums and she gave a banshee shriek. She arose from her withered bed and by her feet was this grotesque piece of maggot infested bone. A frightened look grew upon her face. She crept over to her window and her eyes were drawn toward a distant figure. Everything around the figure was lightened with a shock of thunder. The figure remained darkened.
By Liz Austin7 years ago in Horror
Down Demon's Dyke
The next morning, I woke up wishing I hadn’t. The nearby coo of a wood pigeon had interrupted my restless dreams. Startled by its strange clucking I sat up and felt my brain swell beyond the size of my skull. A sudden wave of queasiness only added to my discomfort. It was freezing to say it was June. Where was I? Trees. There were lots of trees. Again, my stomach lurched and burbled. I gazed up at the tree tops as they swirled around me, attempting to avoid the streaks of light that broke through the branches in both intensely bright and shadowy beams. Why was I still in Wharncliffe Woods? What had happened last night? I reached for my phone in the back pocket of my denim shorts. Its screen had been smashed to pieces. The anonymous text I’d received last night, hours before the rave, flashed up: "free rave- get to Wcliffe woods left o Demon’s Dyke tonight." I dialed Danny’s number. The screen went black, its battery dead.
By Molly Winton7 years ago in Horror
The Survivors' Story (Pt. 1)
A few more strokes of the comb, and Chuck's hair was perfect once more. The tuft at the front was rounded off nicely, while the rest lay as flat as he could muster. Going into this mess, Chuck always had a pristine pompadour, and he wasn't going to let anything like the end of the world stop him from his one real ritual. The only real problem was his recently depleted supply of pomade.
By Rhett Blood7 years ago in Horror
