Underneath the Waves: Chapter 10

The funeral was fast approaching, but the body was nowhere to be found. If Blackwater was the type of town to hold a late-night vigil, if Edward were perceived as a loving father left to raise two children on his own, the street outside would be full of small candles, flowers and words of prayer.... Continue Reading →

Underneath the Waves: Chapter 9

Every Friday, the kids of Blackwater Private would gather in the quadrangle for a morning assembly. From where she was standing, Elizabeth could see Jordan standing a few feet away from the bulk of his class with his head down. To everyone else, this was normal, but Elizabeth could see he was in pain. It... Continue Reading →

Underneath the Waves: Chapter 8

The family never sat at the kitchen table. Gabrielle would cook and the kids would take their plates to the living room sofa or into their own bedrooms. That night, four family members sat at the table. The air was still and everything was frozen.  Elizabeth sat, timid and shy, not knowing what was going... Continue Reading →

Underneath the Waves: Chapter 7

Elizabeth noticed the silence that bled through the walls. Eventually, she got herself ready and made her way downstairs. There was no one home and no cars in the driveway. She put on the kettle and made herself a cup of tea. By the front door, she noticed her father’s work boots sitting by the... Continue Reading →

Underneath the Waves: Chapter 2

Edward’s hand had all but healed. He periodically squeezed the steering wheel tight and released it to let the blood circulate through his fingers and knuckles. A talkback show ebbed through waves of static noise that washed through his truck as it moved beyond the range of the radio towers. Yet, even when the signal was strong, it was all white noise to Edward. He reached over and flicked off the radio and instead listened to the low vibrations of his truck, struggling to make it up the slow incline of the road. 

Underneath The Waves: Chapter 1

Naked branches twisted and clawed at the faded weather worn window. Violent winds pushed against the old house, filling every crack and every imperceptible opening. The voice of autumn whispered through the walls.  Small stones, shattered leaves and dust lifted from the earth and pelted the house like a dry hale storm. 

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