Face pressed to the pine needles, Stephanie willed herself invisible. Her breath was little more than a shallow necessity, her only movement as she willed her quaking limbs still.
Footsteps crunched by.
Heavy boots paused by her face. They stunk of sap and kangaroo shit.
The felled tree hid her shadow. Even with the full moon and starry night sky above, the thickness of the forest distorted the light penetrating the world below the trees.
Jessica A. McMinn is an aspiring author based in NSW, Australia. She writes new adult dark fantasy fiction, short stories of various genres, book reviews and shares the occasional insight into her writer’s life.
Since graduating from the University of Wollongong with Distinction in BCA (Creative Writing) and BA (Japanese), Jessica has spent five years in Japan teaching English, all while working on her first novel: The Ruptured Sky (Gardens of War & Wasteland #1).
In her free time she enjoys watching trashy TV, crafting, gaming, annoying her cat and raising her beautiful baby boy.
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