The main characters are stuck in a labyrinth; it has no exit, but they do not know that.
Write their story; how can such a story end?
The two siblings, Emily and Alex, had grown up hearing tales of the labyrinth. The stories told of a mysterious and ancient structure hidden deep within the woods, just beyond the edge of their small village. Curiosity had eaten away at them for years, and now, with their parents away for the weekend, they could no longer resist the allure of the unknown.
Emily, the older of the two, led the way....
(This is a direct sequel to my short "What's with the Torch?")
At this point, I'd never hated Cal more than I did now. He was the one who dragged me down into the basement to investigate the weird sound only to find out it was a portal to another fucking dimension. Now here we were but five minutes into this fucked up mirror dimension and we had Cal and...myself chasing us through our new house...
“I can’t see anything!” She shrieked for the fourth time in a row. In vain, she held her arms out in front of her, flapping them vehemently back and forth as if she could fly out of the hell-hole they were trapped in.
“I know you can’t fucking see anything,” Abe growled, slowly dragging one hand down his sweat covered face.
He was lost in a dark, musty cave with his friend’s girlfriend. How co...
I’ve been running down a path for as long as I can remember. It’s been day and night over and over. I don’t know how long I’ve been stuck here. Ryden and I have been through this thing together, not leaving each others' side.
“How much longer do you think it’ll take for us to get out here?” I ask him. I’m scared that we will never get out of here but someplace in my heart I have hope.
“I hope no...
I avoid the ghosts. They like to hurt me.
Walk with me. I used to know who I was. Or did I? I’m not certain some days. I’m lost in this cavern. I came here by… I don’t remember. All I know is that after I travel every corner, hallway, corridor—when I think I’ve been everywhere, I find a new set of tunnels similar to the one we are walking through now. Blue cave walls lit only by gentle gas light....
Eric has straw-colored hair, pin straight. His handsome face is pale as porcelain. His deep blue eyes are hard marbles and they take everything in. The first time I saw him was during a Zoom meeting. All meetings fall into two categories; those that could have been replaced by a well-crafted email and those that no wait there are only one kind of meeting. Today’s waste of time star was Daisy from ...
“Hey Tom what are you doing today?” said Stanley.
“I’ve got the whole day free,” said Tom.
“Do you want to go to the Juniper Corn Maze in Jasper with me?” said Stanley.
“Sounds good,” said Tom.
“Let’s meet at the corn maze. I have a dinner date at 5:30 with my mom,” said Stanley.
Stanley arrived at Juniper Corn Maze at 9:30 so he sat in his car listening to a YouTube video. Next Tom pulled in...
My voice echoed out around me, bouncing back to me off the tall, imposing stone walls. Isaac is my best friend, the only thing keeping me alive, and our navigator. I was the inspiration and entertainment, that was until our party got captured in an unknown and hostile kingdom.
We were all outsiders, and this kingdom wanted their bloodlines pure and untainted by the presence of...
You humans, dead or alive, always fail at the most menial of tasks.
You would rather wander endlessly, eternally laboring those blood-worn feet of yours, than admit to the truth; that you are all vile, sinful creatures acting on greed and impulse alone.
The first of you, the ones that walked the cavernous walls of my innards when the world was still earth and water at least admitted to their fau...
There we were about to have the time of our life. Our pockets full of ones and nothing on our minds except to drink. My friend has this bright idea one shot for each year we’ve been alive. After a while the music gets louder and louder I can’t feel my face and my arms don’t belong to me. Just living with the energy of the room but I don’t like this feeling I want some fresh air. Every time I try t...
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