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Along the Darkening Coast
Along the Darkening Coast
Along the Darkening Coast
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Along the Darkening Coast

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From the warmth of her London home, Lyla tells her story: of finding a nightmarish relic along the stormy beach that sends her mind spiralling, of unravelling the mystery of a monster of nature, and of her hunt to discover the fates of those who've come before her - before time runs out. Through dreams of the horror that pursues her to abandoned apartments in Hong Kong, Lyla realises she's been marked in a way that could cost her everything.

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Release dateOct 11, 2016
ISBN9781370953417
Along the Darkening Coast
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Jamie Campbell

Jamie was born into a big, crazy family of 6 children. Being the youngest, she always got away with anything and would never shut up. Constantly letting her imagination run wild, her teachers were often frustrated when her 'What I did on the weekend' stories contained bunyips and princesses.Growing up, Jamie did the sensible things and obtained a Bachelor of Business degree from Southern Cross University and worked hard to gain her membership with the Institute of Chartered Accountants in Australia.Yet nothing compared to writing. Quiting the rat race to spend quality time with her laptop named Lily, Jamie has written several novels and screenplays. Spanning a number of genres and mediums, Jamie writes whatever inspires her from ghost stories to teenage love stories to tantalising murder mysteries. Nothing is off limits.A self-confessed television addict, dog lover, Taylor Swift fan, and ghost hunter, Jamie loves nothing more than the thrill of sharing her stories.

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    Along the Darkening Coast - Jamie Campbell

    Along the Darkening Coast | Jamie Campbell

    Copyright © 2016 Jamie Campbell

    All Rights Reserved

    2016

    First Edition

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    Table of Contents

    Title Page

    Foreword

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    END

    About Jamie Campbell

    Foreword from the Author

    This short story was written as a first foray into the process of putting together a completed piece of work; that is, to help me get a feel for handling and editing a completed story, and to experiment with prose and voice styles. I hope the reader finds it entertaining, and trusts that there will be better stories to come.

    Jamie Campbell

    Along the Darkening Coast | Jamie Campbell

    1

    On 19th January 2016, in my little hatchback I made my way down the country pass. I'm suspicious of my own memory lately; I suspect we all chop and change, with most of the details we think so vivid melded together by our minds. I suppose it doesn't really matter though, so I'll tell you what I think. I think the road was poor. Not so poor as to suggest abandonment, but definitely neglect. I think the trees hung close, and then thinned out to give views of hedgerows and lakes pitted low in the rolling fields – and then hung close again. The bumpiness made for a fun ride, with my dad sat next to me joking away. The rain was heavy but lavish - pearlescent drops from tatty wipers. No harsh, wind-swept spray.

    There wasn't much reason that we were heading to the beach that day, just that it made a pleasant target for our practice session. It doesn't take much piecing together to see that the wild and neat little lowlands between the towns, heavy in neither traffic nor pedestrians, were a perfect place for me to safely flex the failings which merited my 'L' plate. I joked to my dad that I didn't understand how this drive would be any use to me with nothing to obey or navigate, to which I got something like, 'Maybe it's best if you learn to handle the car first Lyla, and then run over teenagers on bicycles later.' If there was anything I felt odd at the time about the ride leading up to what we found out there, I have since forgotten. Maybe that's what's odd; that there was no disturbance, no warning sign an astute little rider should have noticed. It was a chilly, rapidly darkening day out in a storm, but anything ominous about those elements alone would be a figment of your mind. I could smell the freshness of the air.

    Soon the road degraded, now by design rather than desertion. Tarmac gave way to cobblestones, and the trees which paraded us through paradise increasingly thinned until grassy banks of green and beige flanked along the passage. It was beach territory in character and craft, and the sun was golden on the horizon. I'm in London now - I traded the coast for the city skyline - but my desk and coffee can't compare to the cosiness of that front seat of my car that day, when we rumbled up to the deserted parking lot. The window wipers glazing the windshield in a kind of shimmering coating. The warmth of the heating system. The satisfying crunch as the pebbles ceded to rubber.

    We parked and the rain seemed to dissipate, and, very shortly after, I was being dragged by the hair out of the car, my dad insisting we take a walk on the beach.

    'That wasn't part of the plan!' I protested.

    'Nothing is,' he said.

    It's time I warn you that the normality of events is (shortly) about to go downhill. The

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