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Hidden in a cottage on the edge of a
cemetary somewhere in a European village where no-one knew her or her blogging
background, things happened again. She was sure this was the place
where she belonged, Her fingers quivered as they raced over the keyboard. It
was a fight against the powers that wanted her and the powers she needed.
The terminal glowed with illuminated vibrancy but she continued undaunted. She was writing the blog of a lifetime and she knew it would be her last blog. There was too much at stake to give up now. The ghosts of her blogging life were waiting in the bytes of the computer, their hunger wanting to devour the prize winning words of her last blog.
A laugh filled the room, she stretched her hand out for a glass of red wine but it tumbled out of her hand, spreading its red juice and blood similar stain over the keyboard, mixing with the crumbs remaining from her breakfast of strawberry jam and toast. She found the various shades of red suited her work, it was 51 Shades of blood red. That this was going to be the last blog she wrote, but she would leave the world of Blog with a deafening roar, a text to shake the foundations of all prompts and challenges.
Read on and discover a blog world unknown to most. What lies behind the backdrop of this devilish work of occult and mystery? Are you hungry for the ultimate judgement of THE Blog? This masterpiece will not disappoint. Why did she have to die? Where was the body? Was this blog finished being guided by an undead brain. An occult adventure on every page. WARNING: not to be read in bed before sleeping.
The terminal glowed with illuminated vibrancy but she continued undaunted. She was writing the blog of a lifetime and she knew it would be her last blog. There was too much at stake to give up now. The ghosts of her blogging life were waiting in the bytes of the computer, their hunger wanting to devour the prize winning words of her last blog.
A laugh filled the room, she stretched her hand out for a glass of red wine but it tumbled out of her hand, spreading its red juice and blood similar stain over the keyboard, mixing with the crumbs remaining from her breakfast of strawberry jam and toast. She found the various shades of red suited her work, it was 51 Shades of blood red. That this was going to be the last blog she wrote, but she would leave the world of Blog with a deafening roar, a text to shake the foundations of all prompts and challenges.
Read on and discover a blog world unknown to most. What lies behind the backdrop of this devilish work of occult and mystery? Are you hungry for the ultimate judgement of THE Blog? This masterpiece will not disappoint. Why did she have to die? Where was the body? Was this blog finished being guided by an undead brain. An occult adventure on every page. WARNING: not to be read in bed before sleeping.
Would you use that photos as the cover-photo? Or just have it on the inside flap of the dust-jacket? The reflection of the laptop screen on your glasses make it look like you have glowing red eyes!! Very scary :-))
ReplyDeleteI would definately use it - it is a horro story and not a childen's fairy tale
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