Chapter 3

Photo by Lee Miller on Unsplash   “Right here,” said Nick, pointing, “this is where I woke up.” The tide had long since washed away the impression his body made, but he could still feel the sand in his mouth and the cold damp seeping into his thin clothes as he lay. The others looked…

Chapter 2

Photo by Lee Miller on Unsplash The carpet smelled of dust. Nick buried the resulting sneeze in his borrowed sheet and sat up on the air mattress, gazing around into the dark. A shaft of moonlight cut through the gloom and illuminated the end of Levi’s bed, a small mountain range darker than the rest…

Chapter 1

Photo by Lee Miller on Unsplash   Nick held his breath, watching the others, trying to read their faces. Enoch’s was a potent swirl of murderous intent and barely-masked terror. His fingers twitched, unable to keep still. He had been in the middle of putting on a particularly violent battle with his figurines. By now…