white sand beaches with crisp blue water at the shore. clear skies with the smell of honey grass and lemon trees in the air. koalas and critters crawling up every tree and branch in sight. laughter, beauty, and peace seems to lurk every corner. the critics think it's heaven. rants and raves are posted in every travel magazine. they say it's a paradise.

they're wrong.

the locals of cape range hate the tourists. and most of the locals hate eachother. mobs run the town, with more crime than those 'critics' even know. no one is ever satisfied or pleased. few don't care- and if they don't care? it's likely their life is already filled with more mayhem than if they did. crossing enemy lines is like a deathwish. getting caught up with the local gangs is a deathwish. and just being a tourist in cape range alone is a deathwish.

will you defy the odds? will you cross enemy lines? will you mingle with the forbidden? if so, bravery lurks in your heart. sleep with one eye open. and prepare to get no sleep tonight.

THE PERKS OF BEING AT CAPE RANGE,

• active members
  
• multiple sub plots
  
• diverse topics and characters
  
• writer's creative freedom
  
• great staff!