Creative Writing: A Mine Full Of Chaos

The first thing you felt was the softness of something beneath you, and the warmness of what you assumed was sunlight on your tan skin. Sitting up very slowly, you examined the space around you to find what was so soft below your outstretched legs. Golden flowers grew out of the cracked stone ground, shining a yellowish hue that seemed to make them even more beautiful than they already were. The sunlight that lit up part of the room you were currently residing in came from a distant hole in the rocky roof hanging high above you. Groggily, you stood up.

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

“Be it so,” I said, replacing the tool beneath the cloak and again offering him my arm. He leaned upon it heavily. We continued our route in search of the Amontillado. We passed through a range of low arches, descended, passed on, and descending again, arrived at a deep crypt, in which the foulness of the air caused our flambeaux rather to glow than flame.

Logan flicked on his flashlight and pointed it to the ground, “ It looks like there are footprints going towards the tunnel”.

“Yes I am dad.” Kevin screaming at the top of his lungs,” Mr.Cromwell needs to go!” While Howie and Kevin argued ,Cromwell was over there eating Kevin’s breakfast, waffles. It was too late, Howie and Kevin turned around ,the waffles were gone.Kevin and Howie went straight over to doggy daycare. Cromwell had stayed 1 hour knowing he wanted to leave.

The stone was cold and I could feel the pain swelling up inside. I took a step towards the edge, I thought to myself, “One more step and the worries would end…” if only it was that easy.

As he continued to feel along his way in the dark, his feet came across a slippery stone, causing him to stumble and fall onto the floor. As a result of his fall, the character came to a realization that his forehead was not touching the ground. To his shock, he understood that there was a giant pit in the middle of the dungeon, where many prisoners fell to their deaths. Exhausted from fatigue, he fell into a deep

Like an ocean, its wake flowing and ebbing with the tide; the ebb leading to moments of clarity, so too did the racket within the mine shaft. A weak sob filtrated the silence between words. Henry swung his head towards the sound and weaved his way through the fully-recovered miners towards the strangled cry of his brother.

The only lights in this room were small electric lamps which had seemed to have been there for a while because they were only giving off very dim light. The smell of old rancid meat had hit my nose and made me curious as to what was giving it off. After a few more minutes of struggling the rope finally released me into a small fall to the ground. The sound of me hitting the cold floor sent echoes throughout the cave and I think the creature must’ve heard because it let out a bloodcurdling shriek that made the hair on my neck jump off and run away. Judging by this there probably wasn’t a lot of time until it got here so I took one more good look around before trying to find a way out. Collecting all my things I stumbled on an old lighter and torch which would be my light in dark places. I quickly ran down the closest corridor with the lit torch in hand. This place made my skin crawl and the feeling from it gave me made you think death is a better

“The wander chased the birds away with his cudgel and inspected the human remnants. Significant portions were missing. There was an arrow through the skull, protruding at the back of the neck. The old man looked nervously around at the brush. There was no one is sign, but there were plenty of footprints

She didn’t notice it until her middle finger scraped against the porous stone. Allison gritted her teeth and bit back a scream as she felt her fingernail peel away from the cooked nail bed. In her vision, the gray, slope shaped stone appeared to be a blob. She squinted through the tears and saw a dark mass in the distance. Allison felt the curb again and gazed back at the mountainous blur past it, A building … Water …

Ludwig got up and followed Gilbert behind a partially destroyed building. “Send a scout first. You’re old, you probably can’t see that well.” Ludwig brushed some of the dirt off of Gilbert’s hair as he spoke, trying to keep his brother recognizable.

It was a very short walk to the big hill where Frederick’s house was on. They all paused, looking at each other, before finally trekking up. They walked in a comfortable silence. Except it wasn’t that comfortable because each of them were nervous of what was to come. The dark, scary, hill they were walking up didn’t make things easier.

“Up there. Up there. I can sense it. They call to me from there!” the little goblin shrieks and points to the top of the mountain in front of them. “Bring them! Come, come! We will save you, Dark Maiden. We will bring our hero back!”

As if to add insult to injury, within Dornel Mines in the Southwestern Region, while digging as they have always done, the miners broke through to something. A chamber? A cave? No one knows for sure what it was. Only what came