The only part of the year Lucian liked was summer. The rest of the year was dull and lonesome. He loved his Mom and Uncle Jack was fun, but it was summer when he saw other kids and could hang out with them. He knew a few of the older kids in town because they…
Continue ReadingCamp Whiteridge was a fifteen-minute drive from the town limits. It was tucked back away from the main road on the edge of a large local lake. The sky was blanketed in dark clouds seemingly intent on sucking up all the light they could, bathing the forest in an almost oppressive darkness. The investigators had…
Continue ReadingHis name was Lucian King. He was thirteen, and with his shirt as a pillow, he was indulging in the act of star counting. It wasn’t fun or simple, but it was his project, and he did it when the weather permitted. His goal was to count them starting from the north star and spiraling…
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