Tears in the Pacific (2/5)
Martha must have felt my gaze on her; she turned and gave me tired but kind eyes. She stepped away from Lawrence and came to meet me at the door. I couldn’t look her in the eyes, if I did I would break down. Instead I kept looking over her shoulder at Lawrence. He looked like a half unwrapped Christmas present, his whole left side covered in white bandages. It must have been how pharaohs looked during mummification. Martha placed her left hand on my right shoulder and I
Tears in the Pacific (1/5)
In the distance the door crashed open and everyone’s ears in the common room perked up. Nobody should have been outside, but yet the door had just slammed open. As we exchanged perplexed looks, the howling and desperate cries began to echo through the old hallways. The screams were filled with the pain and agony of a dying beast. My imagination started to envision some monstrosity that had crawled out from the sea, but my stomach and the horrible feeling within it, quickly b
