BENEATH THE EARTH
by H.S. Stone
YA Suspense
May 10th 2018
trip for weeks.
Three days on an island paradise, away from school and their parents.
What more could they ask for?
The camping trip starts out well enough. The island is scenic and just the kind
of escape to nature that Laura had hoped for. However, cracks soon begin to
appear in her plans. Her boyfriend ditches her to hang out with his friends.
She has to share a room with one of the teachers. But those are the least of her
worries.
A student disappears, and no one can find him. Soon, Laura and the other
students realize that the camping trip is anything but a dream vacation.
There’s something else on the island. Something large and frightening.
Something that lurks unseen beneath the earth. Something that welcomes
the presence of the students because they will satisfy its appetite.
SNEAK PEEK
All of the students and teachers started from the spot of Brandon’s
disappearance and spread out. We hoped that by covering every
direction that radiated from the origin point, there’d be no chance of
missing him.
disappearance and spread out. We hoped that by covering every
direction that radiated from the origin point, there’d be no chance of
missing him.
Initially, the ground where we searched was trampled, both from our
large group and from Mr. Messick’s exploration last night. We walked over
broken branches and flattened grass. We imitated the park ranger’s technique
of stabbing the ground with sticks, hoping to uncover hidden holes that were
now covered up.
However, we found no hints as to where Brandon could have disappeared to.
large group and from Mr. Messick’s exploration last night. We walked over
broken branches and flattened grass. We imitated the park ranger’s technique
of stabbing the ground with sticks, hoping to uncover hidden holes that were
now covered up.
However, we found no hints as to where Brandon could have disappeared to.
Heather, Katie, and I walked shoulder to shoulder. As the distance between us
and the neighboring search parties grew, we also spaced ourselves farther
apart. We slowed down our pace, not wanting to miss a potential nook or
cranny that could hide Brandon’s location.
and the neighboring search parties grew, we also spaced ourselves farther
apart. We slowed down our pace, not wanting to miss a potential nook or
cranny that could hide Brandon’s location.
If I were paying attention to the island’s sounds, I would have noticed that
the usual chirping of birds had faded. There was only the crunch of the ground
beneath our feet. My eyes swept the forest floor in front of me, and my focus
was strictly on looking for my missing classmate.
the usual chirping of birds had faded. There was only the crunch of the ground
beneath our feet. My eyes swept the forest floor in front of me, and my focus
was strictly on looking for my missing classmate.
Our first hint of danger came when we heard a scream behind us. The three of
us turned around, frozen in our tracks.
us turned around, frozen in our tracks.
“What was that?” Katie asked.
The scream pierced the quiet of the forest again. We pinpointed the direction it
came from and hurried toward the sound.
came from and hurried toward the sound.
We were almost back to the search’s starting point when a wave of students ran
toward us. They motioned for us to go back in the direction from where we had
come.
toward us. They motioned for us to go back in the direction from where we had
come.
“Run!”
We didn’t ask any questions. We turned around and ran as fast as we could in the
opposite direction. I had no idea what we were running from, but from the terror
in the voice that sent us fleeing, I wasn’t going to stand around and ask questions.
opposite direction. I had no idea what we were running from, but from the terror
in the voice that sent us fleeing, I wasn’t going to stand around and ask questions.
And here he is. . .
Even before he could read, H.S. Stone wanted to write a book. Fascinated by
the stories that seemed to leap from his kindergarten teacher's books, he went
home and wrote his own book, with illustrations and bound by staples. Of course,
since he didn't know how to read or write yet, the book was full of gibberish.
Undaunted, H.S. eventually mastered the ABC's and continued to write
throughout his grade school years, adolescence, and into adulthood. Despite
earning a degree and working in a field not related to writing, he continued to
pursue his writing passion.
H.S. Stone's publications include novels aimed at Young Adult and Middle
Grade readers as well as several short stories. He currently lives with his family
in the San Francisco Bay Area.
the stories that seemed to leap from his kindergarten teacher's books, he went
home and wrote his own book, with illustrations and bound by staples. Of course,
since he didn't know how to read or write yet, the book was full of gibberish.
Undaunted, H.S. eventually mastered the ABC's and continued to write
throughout his grade school years, adolescence, and into adulthood. Despite
earning a degree and working in a field not related to writing, he continued to
pursue his writing passion.
H.S. Stone's publications include novels aimed at Young Adult and Middle
Grade readers as well as several short stories. He currently lives with his family
in the San Francisco Bay Area.
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