Sneak Peak: Sad Days Ahead


A Town, a club, a mystery; who knew that the latter could bring so much trouble. Who knew that the club of teenagers would get into something so involved with the fate of the world.

The writer paused and looked out the window of his RV to see the remains of the town where he had stopped.

What were buildings were now piles of rock, wood, and rubble. Bodies lay across the remains of what used to be a street. The few survivors were wandering around, lifting wood to salvage what could be used from the remains of their homes. Everywhere he looked there was destruction and sadness.

Nothing will ever be the same again.

He wrote.

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