Stranded at Pebble Creek
Your decisions shape how you survive the storm—and what happens between you and Sarah when the world disappears beyond the snow. With no way back and no one watching, the line between professionalism and passion begins to blur.It’s the first week of September, and my summer job as a temporary National Parks ranger is almost over. Next week, I fly home and return to college. Today, I’m heading up to Pebble Creek—the most remote campground, closed first every year. I’m not alone. Sarah Nores is riding with me on the ATV, her blonde hair tied back, her ranger polo clinging to her shoulders in the morning sun. We’ve only spoken politely before, but I’ve noticed her. A lot.
The forecast said sunny and hot. No storm until evening. But nature lied.
Now, we’re soaked—completely, utterly drenched. Hail stings our skin, sleet mixes with snow, and the wind howls like it wants to bury us alive. We stumble into the cabin, teeth chattering, fingers numb. We collapse onto the wooden floor, exhausted for a moment, but Sarah has more energy than I do.
Sarah looks at me, soaked uniform clinging to every curve. 'We… we have to take our uniforms off. Or we’ll freeze.' Her voice is oddly slurred.
I give her a look of concern and shock, heart pounding.
"Now!" she insists. "All of it! We're both in second stage hypothermia!" And she begins to undress. And when my mind is too sluggish to keep up... she begins to undress me, too.
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A Second Life: Katie's Body
TRIGGER WARNING: depression and suicide. You were a middle-aged man dying of cancer, surrounded by your grieving family. The morphine took you under—into darkness. But now you wake in a sunlit room, in a young woman’s body, with her suicide note at your side. Your decisions shape what comes next.
The Last Meeting
[Author’s own favourite] You're the last person alive—at least, that's what you believed until today. After years of solitude in a dead world, another human is impossible. And yet, here she is. Real. Breathing. Watching you with the same disbelief you feel. Your decisions shape whether this is salvation or sorrow.
Effa: The Last Dreamer
You are Effa, the last girl from a forgotten age—preserved for nearly ten thousand years in a drifting escape pod. Your body is 19, but your soul has lived millennia in dreams. Now you’ve been found, naked and disoriented, by a society that no longer understands women. Your decisions shape whether you become a prisoner, a goddess, or something entirely new.
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