What lurks in the dark, dark cave?Something is skittering across your MC's imagination. Do tell us all about it, in 150 words or less.
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Friday, March 28, 2008
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My entry, 147 words. Phew. *Wipes forehead.*
The Cave
The cave discharged cold dampness. Alone as I was, I felt compelled to enter.
The small cave embraced me. The backmost wall displayed a vibrant reflection.
One by one, I slid my feet closer in the silence to see what it was. Odd-shaped pieces of mist-covered gravel met my fingers as I reached out to the sides.
Suddenly, there was a grayish figure in front of me.
I froze.
The ‘thing’ was motionless, too.
Breathe in, breathe out, I tried to control panic.
No one told me there would be dangers ahead.
No one told you to enter the cave either.
Heading for the entrance would mean turning my back upon the thing. I took no risk and started my slowest ever backward march.
The thing moved too.
It moved when I moved.
My forehead was still damp as I slapped it.
The thing slapped hers, too.
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LOL! Szelsofa, that's great!! What a fun ending!
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Thanks, Chris! Gave me an idea for how Tommy's father gets in and out of the school. So it's a bit longer than 150 words (176). And it's in the middle of a book.
“What’s down here?”
“Nuh uh. Can’t go there. Not allowed.” George pushed the door to shut it.
Tommy slapped his hand on the inside of the door. “Wait. I hear something.”
“Bats.” George shuddered.
“We’re Vampires. What’s wrong with bats?”
“Real bats. Not our kind.”
Tommy eased the door open.
George grabbed Tommy’s shirt. “Nuh uh, for real. Dean’ll get mad.”
“I can handle bats, George. Why don’t you run and play with the other kids?”
“Not a kid.” George’s fingers lost their grip. “Say I’m not a kid.”
“You’re not a kid.” Tommy turned back to the darkness beyond the door. “I’m going in. See you at dinner.”
Tommy stepped over the threshold and landed on dirt. This had to be underneath the castle. He moved deeper into the darkness, ducking his head at the squeaking noises. Glancing up, he didn’t see any bats. He cocked his head and followed the squeaking to its source - a speaker hanging from the ceiling. Some bats.
The floor vibrated and something clunked. Tommy whirled around. An elevator?
Sarah, that's really good. You captured the dialogue of a kid very well.
I wanted to read more...
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I have been searching Honolean caves for years, and I finally arrived at what I'm told is the oldest and most remote one on the island. It is also the only one I have not searched.
I'm old now, seeking a childhood friend to see him once more before I die. I desperately need to tell him why I deserted him those many years ago, and beg his forgiveness so that I may rest in peace.
I'm nervous. He could toast me in an instant if he chooses.
Well, I'd best go in and see if he's here.
"Puff? Are you in there? It's Jack. Jack Paper!"
I did not want to go in, but I had to go in. It wasn't so much what was in the cave that I had to face, it was what was inside me. The cave just magnified it, made it darkly real.
Furry, Nice play on words! LOL, that was great!
Charles, those inner demons are always the worst. Thanks for sharing!
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Interesting reading.
Leigh
“No,” Bianca said flatly. “I’m not going in.”
“Come on, B, where’s your sense of adventure?” I tried my best to look light-hearted and vacation-y.
“Adventure? It’s disgusting.”
“Just think of it as….like, the rabbit hole in Alice in Wonderland.”
“Do you know how much rabbits poop? Who knows what’s in the cave that’s been pooping. Or oozing. Or secreting. Oh my god, are there slugs in there? Do you think there are slugs? If I step on a slug, I’ll scream. I’ll never forgive you. I hate slugs.”
“You’re wearing shoes,” I said tightly.
“Uh, yeah. Nice shoes. Look cute in a tennis skirt shoes. Not mucking around in icky cave shoes.”
“Fine,” I said, turning away from her. I was going in the cave, if for no other reason than walking in slug poop was better than listening to Bianca.
138 words
Aerin,
that was funny!!!
SzélsőFa
Ditto Szelsofa! Aerin, that was a hoot!!
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Sorry, I am 22 words over...
Tristan she knew she was safe, but the forest was a different place at night. In the dark, the once friendly trees turned to dark, foreboding shadows with long, crooked fingers ready to snatch at her.
Somewhere from behind Tristan heard a SNAP. She looked at Joe. He was sound asleep. She watched him jealously wishing she, too, could dream.
SNAP.
There it was again. Closer.
The hairs on the back of Tristan’s neck tingled.
Tristan steadied her breathing forcing her ears to open wider, taking in more sound.
SNAP. CRUNCH!
“Joe,” she whispered shaking off his dream. “We’re not alone.”
“Hrm,” Joe mumbled.
SNAP. SNAP. SNAP!
“Did you hear that?” Now Tristan was on her feet, her heart pounding. Joe was right beside her.
“It’s coming from over there,” Joe pointed to a dark, dank cave.
Why hadn’t they seen it in the light of day? If they had, Tristan would have felt brave with the sun on her side. But in the dark, who knows what was lurking there under the cover of night.
Sheri,
I love the setup!! You could use this in one of your books--very nice!
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Thanks Christine, and I plan to. I actually used your assignment as a way to ignite a new thought for my book. I have lots of emotions, but not fright, so... thanks!
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