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When your nine day feed is up
And you've drained your loving cup
Come stands reeling to the Shore

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Words are falling to the floor
Glands stand pouring fruit trees
Now they glisten on the waterline
Sing home you are at the Shore

To the Shore—Duran Duran

In Ferncliff tragedy is mundane and monsters are real,

Going to the Shore

GOING TO THE SHORE is a story about how sometimes places can feel like people, how easy it is to do terrible things for those we love, and how small towns have a way of eating you alive. / A Supernatural Horror (& Mystery) Apply Fiction

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Meet me at the cabin. Please.

Rowan wasn't sure what to make of it. A cryptic late night text sent from his younger sister, begging him to meet up at their family's old lake home. The plea for help was as concerning as it was confusing. As far as Rowan knew, neither of them had set foot in the cabin in a decade. He had his hesitations, but Willow seemed desperate. He couldn't help but oblige.

Everything goes downhill fast when Willow's research into childhood ghost stories lands Rowan in a town that doesn't exist. A town where people go missing at an alarming rate, where things that aren't quite human run businesses with hungry eyes, where time runs differently.

A town he can't leave.

Something about Ferncliff is wrong. A fog permeates the town, so thick Rowan could choke...but he's one of the only people who seem to notice it. He's quick to realize the fog keeps the residents ignorant, keeps them passive, keeps them trapped. When people who have long since gone missing start coming back home, he realizes Ferncliff's mysteries go deeper than he could have ever imagined.

IN WHICH   ♱  Rowan explores the magic and horrors of the small town called Ferncliff, teams up with the few others who can see through the fog, and does everything he can to make his way back home.

ROWAN THORNE 𖢲 As Described

Bruised denim and scuffed soles. The lingering scent of smoke and damp earth. Hands wrapped in bandages, stitched with quiet desperation. Dark alleys blurred into soft focus, like a memory half-forgotten, a nightmare half-remembered. A crooked grin masking exhaustion, hair streaked with bleach and regret. The sharp sting of a needle carving symbols into skin, rituals etched into flesh as if the ink could guard against the shadows creeping in.

An ever-present ache of longing and loss, caught between the cracks of city pavement and the curling edges of dead leaves. Spirals traced into the dirt, fingerprints on forgotten things, the weight of something ancient pressing against his chest. Worn sneakers stained with blood and grime, the kind of wear that speaks of running—toward, away, it's hard to tell.

There's an untamed sharpness to him, a quiet ferocity that flickers in dark eyes, but also a softness—a hand reaching out despite the calluses, a voice that trembles but doesn't break. He carries the small-town curse like a chain around his neck, a place that calls to him and consumes him all at once. A lover of ruins, of broken trees twisting into unnatural shapes, of objects that tell stories no one wants to hear.

The kind of person who would die for love, or kill for it, but not without remorse clawing its way under his skin. A ghost in the making, flesh and bone tethered to memories that refuse to let go. A boy trapped in a body that feels more like a map to places better left forgotten. Back to the Old House—The Smiths

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Allison Harvard, Willow Thorne
Background Characters, As Described

MAIN CAST TBD

Notes.

♱ / Hi hello greetings. Yes, this is another apply fic from yours truly. I'm so excited to introduce you guys to GTTS! It might be obvious, but I love a good eerie and unsettling plot, and this idea just wouldn't leave my head. I hope the intro grabs your attention! It's been fun experimenting with the vibe, and I can't wait to see how it all plays out. Make sure to check out the rules and application form in the next chapter and apply if interested hehe <3

♱ / I own the plot, along with Rowan, Willow, and any other original characters that may appear. All graphics are made by me unless stated otherwise, with images that were found on Pinterest/Tumblr. The layout is mine, though parts of it were inspired by Jules' The View From the Lakehouse !!

♱ / Going to the Shore will contain mature themes and potentially triggering content; including explicit language, sexual content, violence, supernatural horror elements, possible gore & body horror, death, disappearances, mental health struggles, themes of isolation, and more. Please read with care!

♱ / As with any of my apply fics, I want to set realistic expectations. Updates might and likely will be sporadic since I seem to have a life outside of WP??? Shocker, I know. But I'm super passionate about this project, so I'll do my best to keep the story engaging and worth the wait! I'm already obsessed with Ferncliff and its mysteries, and I hope you are too.

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