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Ten
After Closing
After Closing
by
Jessica Bayliss
Jessica Bayliss
Genre:
YA Thriller
YA Thriller
10PM:
Closing time at Café Flores. The door should be locked, but it
isn’t, Scott Bradley and Winsome Sommervil are about to become
hostages.
Closing time at Café Flores. The door should be locked, but it
isn’t, Scott Bradley and Winsome Sommervil are about to become
hostages.
TEN
MINUTES BEFORE CLOSING: Scott’s girlfriend breaks up with him in the
café’s basement storeroom because he’s late picking her up for the
big end-of-the-year party. Now he can’t go to the party, but he can’t
go home, either–not knowing his dad will still be in a drunken rage.
Meanwhile, Winny wanted one night to let loose, away from her
mother’s crushing expectations. Instead, she’s stranded at the café
after her best friend ditches her in a misguided attempt at
matchmaking.
MINUTES BEFORE CLOSING: Scott’s girlfriend breaks up with him in the
café’s basement storeroom because he’s late picking her up for the
big end-of-the-year party. Now he can’t go to the party, but he can’t
go home, either–not knowing his dad will still be in a drunken rage.
Meanwhile, Winny wanted one night to let loose, away from her
mother’s crushing expectations. Instead, she’s stranded at the café
after her best friend ditches her in a misguided attempt at
matchmaking.
TEN
MINUTES AFTER CLOSING: The first gunshot is fired. Someone’s dead.
And if Winny, Scott, and the rest of the hostages don’t come up with
a plan soon, they may not live to see morning.
MINUTES AFTER CLOSING: The first gunshot is fired. Someone’s dead.
And if Winny, Scott, and the rest of the hostages don’t come up with
a plan soon, they may not live to see morning.
Told
from both Winny and Scott’s perspectives, and alternating between the
events leading up to and following the hold-up, Ten
After Closing is
an explosive story of teens wrestling with their own challenges,
thrown into circumstances that will test their very limits.
from both Winny and Scott’s perspectives, and alternating between the
events leading up to and following the hold-up, Ten
After Closing is
an explosive story of teens wrestling with their own challenges,
thrown into circumstances that will test their very limits.
Jessica
Bayliss is a fiction author with a Ph.D. in clinical psychology who
loves all things reading and writing. Author of the young adult
horror novella, BROKEN CHORDS, and her upcoming YA thriller, TEN
AFTER CLOSING (Sky Pony Press, September 2018), she has been alover thrillers and ghost tales since her days scanning VHS rental
shelves—admittedly with eyes half-averted from the gory covers. She
also loves to eat, cook, and exercise—in that order—and is a firm
believer that coffee makes the world a better place.
Bayliss is a fiction author with a Ph.D. in clinical psychology who
loves all things reading and writing. Author of the young adult
horror novella, BROKEN CHORDS, and her upcoming YA thriller, TEN
AFTER CLOSING (Sky Pony Press, September 2018), she has been alover thrillers and ghost tales since her days scanning VHS rental
shelves—admittedly with eyes half-averted from the gory covers. She
also loves to eat, cook, and exercise—in that order—and is a firm
believer that coffee makes the world a better place.
She
has authored thirteen novels and several short stories that appear in
anthologies such as BEWARE THE LITTLE WHITE RABBIT, FRIGHT BEFORE
CHRISTMAS, and ZOMBIE CHUNKS and in such literary magazines as
Sanitarium Magazine. Jessica is a Senior Editor for Allegory
Magazine.
has authored thirteen novels and several short stories that appear in
anthologies such as BEWARE THE LITTLE WHITE RABBIT, FRIGHT BEFORE
CHRISTMAS, and ZOMBIE CHUNKS and in such literary magazines as
Sanitarium Magazine. Jessica is a Senior Editor for Allegory
Magazine.
In
the psychology world, she has more than fifteen years of experience
and training in the cognitive-behavioral model. She’s a
psychotherapist, a teacher, and a researcher. One day it hit her: Why
not combine writing and psychology? Just like that, PsychWRITE, her
series of lectures, workshops, and coaching services for writers was
born. Her blog features motivational posts for writers that combine
her passion for writing with her love of psychology.
the psychology world, she has more than fifteen years of experience
and training in the cognitive-behavioral model. She’s a
psychotherapist, a teacher, and a researcher. One day it hit her: Why
not combine writing and psychology? Just like that, PsychWRITE, her
series of lectures, workshops, and coaching services for writers was
born. Her blog features motivational posts for writers that combine
her passion for writing with her love of psychology.
Scott and I make six turns. The farther we go, the faster my pace. Every time we come to another bend, I
expect to find the way blocked by a fall of rock or dirt or both. Every time the path stretches clear before
us, a new flare of hope ignites within me. Before long we’re jogging.
We’re going to make it. We’re going to get out, get to a phone, call for help. Save the day.
“Nine one one. Please state your emergency,” the dispatcher will say. A woman. It will be a woman who
answers.
I rehearse my words so I don’t waste a single precious second. Later, when the cops replay the recorded
conversation, they’ll marvel at how clearly, concisely, and calmly I communicated the information they
needed.
The passage shifts to the left, then climbs uphill.
This is it. We’re almost there.
“Winny, slow down. Be careful.”
I don’t listen. Another corner and three steps later, I skid to a stop.
A wall of cracked concrete, fallen stone, collapsed dirt, and tangled roots blocks our path.
expect to find the way blocked by a fall of rock or dirt or both. Every time the path stretches clear before
us, a new flare of hope ignites within me. Before long we’re jogging.
We’re going to make it. We’re going to get out, get to a phone, call for help. Save the day.
“Nine one one. Please state your emergency,” the dispatcher will say. A woman. It will be a woman who
answers.
I rehearse my words so I don’t waste a single precious second. Later, when the cops replay the recorded
conversation, they’ll marvel at how clearly, concisely, and calmly I communicated the information they
needed.
The passage shifts to the left, then climbs uphill.
This is it. We’re almost there.
“Winny, slow down. Be careful.”
I don’t listen. Another corner and three steps later, I skid to a stop.
A wall of cracked concrete, fallen stone, collapsed dirt, and tangled roots blocks our path.
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