YAspooktacular story 1: DARKNESS, part 1

Welcome to the first ever YA Spooktacular event!! This is going to be a crazy-awesome adventure. I'm the lucky beginning of story 1: Darkness. 

Before we get started with the story, you should know that on October 29th, the grand prize packs will up for grabs! We have two of them--one for each story--and one for internationals. To enter them you must comment on every post in the story you are reading. We will be checking! When that day comes, you'll have to fill out an entry form here on my blog or on this one. You may enter for both Prize Packs by reading both stories! You can win extra entries and extra prizes along the way by clicking on the TRICK or TREAT buttons that you see. All of the ToTs are optional but a great chance to win more prizes and entries! For all the rules, the full rundown click HERE.

If you don't know how this whole event works, here's the gist. We've compiled some great authors (known and aspiring) to write a spooky story. One author starts by writing 200-800 words, and then another adds. On and on until it ends. (Only, times it by two since there are two stories!) Basically...it's 7 days, 2 stories and more prizes than you can count! It all starts now. Part one of this story was written by the amazing Heather Brewer.

by Heather Brewer

The sun had never appealed to Jeremy Grainger. No, he was made of darker things. Things that glared with pure disgust at the slight golden hint of morning. Things that growled at passersby. Things that balked at the very idea of the light. Jeremy was made of darkness.

There are things in this world that people—humans, mostly—take for granted. They believe that the sun rises and sets every day, that up is up and down is down, and that they are the only intelligent life on earth.

They’re wrong on all counts.

At least where Jeremy is concerned.

He stepped from the edge of the building, wind brushing back his hair as he fell, but no fear gripped him, no terror. His feet hit the ground softly, as if they were made of the shadows upon which they now stood. It wasn’t a long way to the cemetery, but he had to get going, had to move through the darkness, be one with it, before the sunrise came and ruined everything.

With soft steps, he wound his way through the city streets, his thoughts never far from his goal. The girl. The headstone. The end of all light.

It wouldn’t be long now.

Catch the next part of the story over at http://readingorbreathing.blogspot.com/

Remember those Trick or Treats I mentioned? You can enter a win a treat now just by clicking the button below. What's the treat....?

A Vladimir Todd tote bag, an ARC of Ghost Town by Rachel Caine and an ARC of Through Her Eyes by Jennifer Archer! Just click the happy pumpkin to enter!

Don't forget to check out the other story!



Happy Halloween! 

 Enjoy the YA Spooktacular.

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