My Brother Disappeared Along The Oregon Coast, And I Think Whatever Took Him Is After My Whole Family
Soaked from head-to-toe, I jumped up onto my feet, stood up in the knee-deep water, and looked out to the deeper water where the blue orb, looking much bigger than it had from up on the course, rested on top of the waves about 10 yards away from me.
By 
Jack Follman
I heard my brothers laugh behind me and then heard the rockets snap, crackle, and pop. Not just an excellent prank, my attack also gained me some more ground, I heard their laughter get quieter as I roared away, knowing being first into the finish line just about 100 yards ahead was now a guarantee.
I made the finish line in less than a minute and slammed on the brakes. The thickness of the sand allowed my braking to spin my four wheeler around and gain a perfect view of the finish line. I saw the familiar greenish headlight of Calvin’s four wheeler approach in the night until he was skidding to a stop right in front of me.
I watched Calvin try to catch his breath. I couldn’t help but laugh, looking at my youngest brother struggle to breathe with rosy cheeks, but I tampered down my amusement when I watched him keel over, and vomit liquidy puke into the sand between us.
“Shit,” I muttered.
Calvin flushed out a few more ounces of puke before looking back up at me with the rose from his cheeks long gone.
I looked away from him and scanned the course where I was surprised Roger had still not shown up yet.
“You see what happened to Rog?” I asked.
