Brooke Harding
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Two Brothers
Most towns used promontory points for prime make-out locations, but we had an island a short distance away, easily accessible by dinghy and, with our proximity to the ocean, most kids grew up knowing how to captain one anyway. Personally, I've always thought that other towns were missing out. You can't get more secluded than an island with an old lookout tower that's more wooden reinforcements than the original stonework.
By Brooke Harding4 years ago in Horror
Nuclear Summer
The sun burned red through the smoke, still managing to be fairly hot for the thick layer between it and the survivors. That was all the sky was now: a red sun, dark clouds, and ash and smoke. It didn’t matter that the nukes had fallen half a continent away.
By Brooke Harding4 years ago in Fiction
