Into the lungs of hell... (640 hits)
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Submitted by Al <revenge_of_the_killer_dustbin.at.hotmail.com> (View user info) at 2004-04-09 17:22:09 EDT
It jutted out awkwardly into the sea, ruining the curvature of the delicate, almost frail looking beach. The golden sands stopped abruptly, giving way to its rocky walls, which were cracked and craggy, as if moulded by a blind giant. Yet somehow it remained intimidating, standing alone and impregnable above the beach. It's mouth was huge and ominously dark, yet strangely inviting. You got the feeling that if you stared too long into its carvernous depths, then you would be hypnotized into wandering into its dark core. That would be suicide.
'Kids don't come back from the cave.' They said, every time Robin passed it. There was not a single time he had the fortune of passing it, without being privy to the horrible stories of the cave. They said that it ate children, they said that nobody had ever returned from it.
Robin took the first step into the cave at about midnight. The tide was low, and the water barely reached his ankles. It was ice cold, making the journey even more arduous. He shivered, and wrapped the blanket around him tighter. The torch was dim, but it did the job. He kept it low, scouring the floor for slippery rocks and other obstacles. He didn't feel the need to check the roof of the cave. Its monstrous size reassured him of his saftey. Nothing this size could collapse, he told himself, it is impossible.
They had told him the story of the man who had tried to board up the cave. His son had disappeared into the cave one summer's day and had never returned. With a crazed look in his eye he had sealed the cave with wooden boards. Yet that night the irresistable forces of nature had sent forth a violent storm, which shattered the boards and left the cave seeming even more unstoppable than before. That very night, or so they said, the man had died of a heart attack.
Robin shuddered with the cold, but he clenched his fists and walked on...fueled by his insatiable desire to discover the secret of the cave. As he got further, he was unnerved by the ever-growing warmth of the water. It was as if he was walking deep into the center of the earth.
The torch flickered into darkness.
He stepped backwards, and the torch flickered on again. Puzzled, he walked onwards, where the light again faded. It was as if he had reached some point in space and time which light could not penetrate. His curiousity piqued, he kept marching, even though he was mortified by the dark. Pulling the blanket even tighter over him, he began to crawl along the cave.
He had never understood why other children became so facinated with the cave. The desire to find out what lay hidden in the cave's depths almost possessed them. Their eyes lit up with a firey passion, and from then on you knew that they were captivated by it. They never came back.
But when Robin saw the light, all that changed. His bedroom had the perfect view of the beach, which terrified his parents. They were superstitious people. Anybody would be superstitious if children went missing as frequently as they did, but Robin's parents even more so. They boarded up the window, and he was forbidden from going near the cave at night. Of course, when a child is forbidden from doing something, he does it with twice the tenacity. Robin would watch the cave at night through the cracks in the boards, waiting for that mystical moment when it finally captivated him.
It came on a night when his parents were out, watching a play in the city. Peering through the cracks in the boards on his window like he did every night, he saw a bright light pouring from the mouth of the cave, spreading across the ocean. It mesmerised him, filling him with the desire to discover the secret of the cave. Wrapping himself in his blanket, and seizing his torch, he crept past the babysitter, and trekked towards the cave.
A scream shattered the silence of the cave. Warm urine crept down Robin's trouser-leg. The water was getting hotter, and Robin could feel it almost burning his ankles. He thought he heard fingernails scratching the rock. Terrified, he turned back to face a blazing inferno. He screamed, and it echoed, further into the depths of the cave. The fire illuminated the cave...and staring downwards, he saw a flash of pale white skin.
Dead children. He was wading through the corpses of dead children.
Shrieking hysterically he ran deeper into the cave, away from the bodies of his friends, away from the fire.
Into the lungs of hell.
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Submitted by KoolWang (user info) at 2004-05-29 07:25:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Wanga-langa-ding-dong
Submitted by BalloonKnot (user info) at 2004-05-10 15:53:05 EDT (#)
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I would fart deeply into your lungs.
Submitted by mystiamoon (user info) at 2004-04-10 09:58:46 EDT (#)
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Submitted by legallady (user info) at 2004-04-10 09:09:36 EDT (#)
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Submitted by ronnockeem (user info) at 2004-04-09 17:38:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Really cool. The only problem I had with it was that the main character, in my mind, was wearing red and yellow spandex.
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-04-09 17:31:34 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Donitsu2002 (user info) at 2004-04-09 17:24:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Pretty Damned cool.