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Genre: Horror & Thriller
About Aprilio_AprilcotLocation: penryn, cornwall Age:17 Favorite novels: Do the Point Horror books count? Favorite writers: All the authors who wrote the Point Horror books really. Getting to like Stephen King also =D Favorite music: Variety of stuff. Mainly light rock. Stuff like Dashboard Confessional, Mcr, Plain White T's, The Goo Goo Dolls, Michelle Branch, Vanessa Carlton, Howie Day, The Script, Coheed and Cambria etc Non-noveling interests: Drawing, being on the computer and having fun down the beach. |
Joined: Juni 9, 2008 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 0 NaNoWriMo buddies: 3
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Brief Author Bio: So what can i say, my real name is obviouslt not Aprilcot or Aprilio. It's actually April =D This is the first time I have done Nanowrimo and it sounds like fun =) yay. Lol. So my interests include listening to music, drawing and obviosuly writing. I play the odd bit of guitar. Whether I am good or not, now that's another question. I've always had an interest in wriritng so this is a great challenge for me and I look forward to it. I am going to have to somehow manage to still do this while i have all of my coursework on the go. There isn't enough time in the day. Heh, but i'm sure i'll manage it. =D ~ Peace out ~ |
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Synopsis: Restless Soul
When Hannah begins to have deja vu, she takes no notice, but after they become more clear, she decides that it has to be sorted, now! Hannah goes to see a hypnotherapist, who helps her overcome them, but as time passes the simple deja vu progresses into violent happenings. A tragic secret is unvailed about this girl and it's up to her to solve it.
Excerpt: Restless Soul
The blistering flames burned into her eyes. At that moment, the feeling crept back into her mind. Déjà vu. This seemed to occur whenever she was off guard. For weeks, this had been pouncing on her like a predator stalking its prey. As Hannah gazed into the roaring fire, all she could sense was that she had experienced this before.
It had begun as a mere feeling of unease, but now it had gone from something passable to a fear of when the next encounter would strike. Each one was more unexpected than the last, but as this sensation progressed, the more her daily life was being disturbed. Like a monster hiding in the gloomy corners of her mind, it was waiting. Waiting to yank her away from the outside and slaughter what was left.
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