Warning: This sneak peak contains Violence, language, depictions of homophobia, alcohol use, vaping and/or substance use, sexual content and/or references. Reader discretion is advised.

Death's Vessel is a Stephen King-styled action horror novel.

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Death's Vessel will NOT be on Storyjumper when it is finished. I plan on finding an official publishing company and selling the book. Unlike most of my Storyjumper books that don't have a lot of effort put into them and are targeted towards children, this story will be well-made and targeted towards an adult audience.

The release date in undecided, but I may or may not make a book announcing when it becomes available for purchase. Now, without further ado, let's get into the sneak peak.

Chapter One, Page One.

The parking lot was the fullest it had ever been all year. It was littered with broken glass, food wrappers, discarded magazines, and the occasional condom. The loud hip-hop music could be heard from two blocks away. The bar had been rented out for the night and was populated with dozens of high schoolers. Despite not a single one of them being of legal drinking age, they chugged beer and blew vape clouds out from their mouths.

A good majority of them were drunk, and most of the rest were at the very least tipsy. Most of the bathrooms were occupied, as they were being used for passing STD’s and giving blowjobs. They were all irresponsible, and it showed. If their parents found out what they were doing, they would all be grounded until they graduated college.

“H-Hey, y-you talkin’ shit about me, fag?” A large brown-haired football player drunkenly threatened a young gay boy. He stuttered and stumbled over his words, making him the least bit intimidating.

“Excuse me?” The gay boy asked. He was much shorter and thinner, he had blue streaks in his hair and was wearing earrings.

“I-I don’t... w-we don’t like you’re- burp kind around here, y-you queer.” The jock said. His legs wobbled and his arms flailed about like a cartoon character.

The shorter boy put his hands up. “Sorry that I... offended you.” He said sarcastically. He had desensitized used to the constant homophobia, and the guy confronting him was nothing but an underage drunk.

The jock leaned down to the gay boy’s height. “I-I know what you are, and...” He couldn’t think of any words, his mind went completely blank. “You...”

Annoyed, the gay boy turned and walked away.

“H-Hey! I-I ain’t done with you, ya little shit!” The gay boy did not turn around, and the jock did not go after him. “Yeah, you better run...”

Chapter Three, Page Fourteen.

“E-Excuse me, I have to use the bathroom really quick...” Elliot dashed away down the hallway. He walked into the bathroom and hunched over a toilet. Suddenly, he felt a hand hit him on the back.

“Hey, fag.” Josh said to him.

“N-Not now, Josh...” Elliot muttered. He gripped the side of the toilet bowl. His fingernails dug scratches into the ceramic.

Josh grabbed his hair and yanked his head back.

“You haven’t told anyone about what I did, right?” He whispered into Elliot’s ear. “Because if you have, I’ll fucking kill your gay ass.”

Elliot turned around and pushed Josh away, causing him to trip over and fall onto his back.

“Leave me alone, you cuck!” Elliot yelled at him.

Josh angrily sat up, his shirt when and his eyes focused on Elliot.

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