Stranded on an uncharted island after a brutal hurricane wrecks their ship, a group of castaways clings to hope fifty-three miles from Bermuda. Sent to find help, one survivor treks along the endless beach, GPS in hand, only to discover a chilling anomaly: no matter how far he walks, the coordinates refuse to change. As the shore stretches impossibly on and the numbers taunt him with their frozen digits, he suspects this island harbors a secret far darker than isolation. In this gripping sci-fi mystery, reality unravels step by step, and the truth may be more perilous than the storm they escaped. Explore this vignette for 26 May 2025: 847 by Torn MacAlester
847 by Torn MacAlester
I headed along the beach. It had been at least ten hours since we had run aground. We had agreed that going into the interior of the island was unlikely to be useful. The jungle would hide things too well for us to find. The beach, however, would eventually reveal signs of civilization somewhere on the island. We could easily see a dock, a boat, or even a settlement on the beach. Or if the island was uninhabited, we’d meet each other on the side of the island. Mac and I flipped a coin. He’d go north, and I would […]
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