Hollower
The girl moved again. I gently stroked the back of her head, gripped the ponytail, pulled and slammed it forward.
She didn't move any more, apart from the widening pool of blood.
That's just a little excerpt from my new book, Hollow. I'm loving writing it! I'm hoping I can remember the really good scene I thought about in bed last night that I knew I'd remember this morning and obviously didn't! But, oh well. I've written over 10,000 words of it so far but am wondering if I should finish it before posting, or begin posting now as i go?
Are you excited for the book? A horror thriller about a serial killer? People are dying but hey, it's all part of an experiment. They should be grateful, right?
Here's another sample cover, that I'm REALLY liking. What do you think? Can you do better?
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