The Rock

The Rock

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Genre: Horror

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Status: Finished

Genre: Horror

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My entry for the 5 Chapter Book contest.
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Summary

My entry for the 5 Chapter Book contest.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Chapter 1.

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Chapter 1 Approx 830 words.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 19, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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Chapter 1.

 

It was not turning out to be the holiday that they expected. Laying on a beach,playing in the sea, that had been the idea. Most of the action taking place after sundown, with parties and dancing and drink; the heat of the sun making them too lethargic to do much until then – that had been their plan. Instead, Sandra and Thomas, Gemma and Robert, found themselves taking a very different kind of break.

 

There was the sea alright, but it wasn’t the tranquil blue-green one with white wave caps that they had pictured. No, this one was almost grey and as far from tranquil as it could get. The waves rushed angrily and noisily up the beach then back to the ocean again, lapping roughly at the stony beach. For the sea might be there but the sand was not much in evidence. Stones, pebbles, shingle – that’s what there was between the rocks.

 

And there were plenty of rocks. Boulders to climb on, small rocky enclosures that held on to pools of water. There were some quite tall outcrops that just seemed to appear from nowhere and then to disappear again; and at the back of the beach, facing the ocean, was a cliff. It was tall, steep, forbidding, in parts the rock itself more black than grey. Up close it seemed as though it leant outwards as it rose upwards, giving the impression that it was looming above you, ready to swoop forwards and engulf you.

 

The caravan was large and roomy, plenty big enough for the four of them to share but even so it was not somewhere where they would choose to spend a lot of time in.Sleeping in it, eating in it......no problem. But lack of space became an issue if they spent more than a couple of hours inside it awake and not eating.

 

The town was okay, although to call it a town was a bit of an overstatement. It was more like a village, at least to their way of thinking. A supermarket - not one of the big ones either -, a drug store, a couple of pubs and that was pretty much it. There was a cafe but they had never found it open yet, so they presumed it was either seasonal or had just closed its doors for good.

 

The four friends had been staying in the caravan for four days and twice they had gone to look round the supermarket just for something to do. Even with just the four of them inside it gave the impression of being crowded; it was dim and a bit dingy, with not a lot of space between the shelves. All the basics were stocked but not much else, and there was very little choice of brands.

 

The last time they had visited Robert had picked up a jar of coffee. “Look at the price of this,” he had said, easily loud enough for the girl behind the counter to hear.

 

Shhh!” Gemma had been embarrassed by her boyfriend’s comment.

 

Okay, okay,” Robert was at least talking a bit quieter. “A quid, a whole quid more than we normally pay for it.”

 

It doesn’t matter, Robert,” Sandra had said. “We don’t need it. We brought more than enough coffee with us so stop making a scene.”

 

I wasn’t ‘making a scene’, Sand! Just making a point.” Robert had put the jar back on the shelf and kept the rest of his thoughts to himself.

 

There was no mistaking the cold look the girl at the counter had aimed their way when she’d added up the cost of their purchases. There had been no friendly chat coming from her and they had been reluctant to return there since.

 

It hadn’t been raining but it had been cold and damp. The sea spray just added to the dampness. Even so, they had put on their jackets and trudged backwards and forwards along the shingles twice every day. If nothing else it gave them a chance to stretch, to use some of their stored up energy. But there was only so many times they could walk along that same bit of beach.

 

Thomas and Sandra didn’t mind, but Robert and Gemma were starting to become bored and neither of them put any effort in to hiding that fact.

 

Gee, Gemma, look at that! I do believe it’s, it’s.........seaweed.” Robert had then pointed towards a group of small rocks between where they were walking and the sea. “I wonder it that dead gull is still laying there. Shall we go and look?”

 

Oh, shut up, would you!” Gemma had been quite upset when they had come across the dead bird and Robert was using that as his own form of entertainment.

 

Sandra and Thomas carried on walking, hand in hand. They couldn’t help wondering if this holiday, designed to bring the couples closer together, was actually going to tear their friends relationship apart.

 

 

 

 

(830 words).



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