Isolation

By Michelle Birbeck

Every six months, Amber and her friends head off to the beach for a night of drinking and fun.
But their plans soon change with what appears to be a horrific accident.
Things soon turn from bad to worse. And the question that remains is; was the death of their friend an accident?
Or is there someone else isolated with them, picking them off one by one?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michelle Birbeck
• Release date: Jul 6, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476054582

Michelle Birbeck

Michelle is 29 and has been reading and writing her whole life. Her earliest memory of books was when she was five and decided to try and teach her fish how to read by putting her Beatrix Potter books in the fish tank with them.Since then her love of books has grown, and now she is writing her own and looking forward to seeing them on her shelves, though they won’t be going anywhere near the fish tank.When she’s not writing, she’s out and about on her motorbike or sitting with her head in a book.

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Isolation

Michelle Birbeck

Published by Michelle Birbeck at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Michelle Birbeck

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The quiet lapping of the sea against the rocks and sand was interrupted by a shout of joy. It was quickly followed by the loud thump of the start of a random song. Chris had finally gotten the music working.

Batteries, Tom said, glancing over his shoulder towards the fire.

Well, I told him so, but he never listens. Has to work it out on his own.

We’d been at the beach for an hour, working our way around to this secluded place before the sea had chance to cut us off. It was in now, tight against rocks that were no longer passable by foot. Not that we planned on going anywhere. I looked at the three tents before me. Far enough away from the sea, and close enough to the sheer cliff to give us some shelter until morning. Tom and I had erected them, choosing the locale whilst the others set the fire and got the music going. Which had turned out to be more complicated than putting up tents in the dark with only one torch between us.

There, that’s about the best job we can do.

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