Title #8 of Short Horror Story Anthology: Candlelight
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Sunday, 19 May 2013
Candlelight
Aurora is a freshman at her local college. She soon meets Mindy, a fellow freshman and soon they're both inseparable friends. As time goes on, strange things occur that leave Aurora in fear. With time running out she soon learns- words have double meanings. Never traverse the darkness by candlelight, for when the flame disappears- you're never alone.
Lady in Black Updates
The novel is progressing at a brisk pace. I am able to reveal more about how the story will be seen. As I said before the story is primarily seen through the eyes of Skrill, a 22 year old reporter. To less of an extent the perspectives of three other characters will be used, to make a total of four perspectives (two male and two female). Each perspective is unique and important to the story. Skrill's perspective will be the more used perspective, but he is not the main protagonist of the story.
I'm going to summarize the story in one small phrase: "It's raining," - Lady in Black
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