I hate this.
I truly, truly hate this.
My arms are burning, my back aches and I am desperately trying not to fall into this river with who knows what lurking in it.
The rest of the Reynolds clan is so far ahead I can’t even see them.
Reilly is gaining on me.
I have to beat my 10-year-old, soon-to-be nephew to avoid complete humiliation. While it’s already embarrassing I’m struggling to c...
It’s hard to describe the feeling of being the only one left.
I’m the last person remaining in this cursed place.
Now, I’m the only person I know.
How am I supposed to walk through the world knowing everyone I loved, every person I knew, is gone?
I know I’m lucky to have escaped the City of Death, but where do I go from here?...
“Ladies and gentlemen, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position as we prepare for landing,” said the static-filled voice on the intercom.
I dig my nails into the armrest as I stare down at depressing landscape below. I cannot believe this is happening.
86 minutes ago I was in New York — my home. Now, thanks to modern air travel and a few unfortunate fi...
The rickety boards creaked and the rope bridge swayed as I inched across the ravine, desperately trying not to look down.
The only way out was over. If I just made it across, I would make it to the main road and back to the beach. I could turn around and retrace my steps — but the terrain was too dangerous, filled with jagged, slippery rocks, and it was getting dark.
I was flanked by vines and...
She stares up at the sky she hasn’t seen in two years.
It’s darker than she remembered.
Angry, muffled voices drift over the pounding in her head.
Something grips her ankle and she realizes she’s moving. The forest floor scrapes her back as she’s dragged across it.
They had warned her not to leave.
They told her it wasn’t safe beyond the walls.
Those walls she insisted made up a cell, ...