Val took a long drink from the fountain and then plopped down on the wooden benches in front of the bleachers. So I want to say six-forty? Why don't you go ahead and take ten.” “Looking sharp, Val!” Coach Freeman said, as she passed.Ĭoach Freeman looked at her stopwatch. But she wouldn't let herself think about that - not out here, with the wind in her hair, and the silvery light of a cloud-blocked sun shining bright in her eyes. Who wanted to watch a bunch of teenagers run in a circle, over and over? If you weren't participating, it wasn't all that fun. Track wasn't a spectator sport, not really.

Most of the spectators weren't even spectating. Her eyes flicked to the bleachers where a few students sat reading or talking, or waiting for the football team to come out and start their practice. During meets like these, Val was immensely grateful that boys and girls trained separately. Sweat was dripping down her face, blurring her vision and making what was left of her makeup run. Out on the high school's track, Valerian Kimble had already made the conscious decision to knot hers around her waist. In Derringer, California, this meant stifling humidity and a windchill that made people think twice about removing their sweaty jackets. It was one of those days in late April when the weather wasn't quite sure whether it wanted to be hot or cold, and so settled for a cloudy, muggy hybrid of the two. The stakes? Their lives.Let the games begin.Fearscape (Horrorscape) - By Nenia Campbell Loves them so much that he's decided to make a little wager. And the festivities start to take a turn for the sinister as the evening progresses. Doors lock and unlock, seemingly at will. The other guests are secretive, and strangely hostile. She is understandably reluctant when her friends receive mysterious invitations to a theme party being held in one of the old manor homes on the edge of town.Right away, something about the party seems off.

She managed to escape him, but at a terrible cost.This time it's personal.Now a high school senior, Val is a pale shadow of the girl she once was and still recovering from the terrible trauma she suffered at his hands. It's a game without rules, logic, or consequence, and he'll stop at nothing to claim her as his-even if it means destroying them both.Three years ago, Valerian Kimble got herself entangled with a burgeoning sociopath intent on adding her to his own columns of wins and losses.

Val receives a calling card from a very dangerous boy who wants to play with her.

Fearscape by Nenia Campbell