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So this is a story a wrote a month ago and I thought: "Eh, why not post it for the shiggles." And so I did. I wrote this for a writer's group and I made it in like 45 minutes and I'm not sure how I feel about it. I'll be writing more though. I'm currently working on a second draft of another story, which I am making as a creepypasta. I hope you enjoy this story. Hopefully I'll write something better in the future.
(Also I had no idea what to call the story before I even started making this blog. ._.)
I have been in these caves for hours. I don't even remember how I got here. I don't even remember anything before being here.
It's as if I'd been in here my entire life, except I know I haven't. The place is odd, to say the least. It's warm, and the sides of the cave don't feel as if they're stone, but rather feel... Mushy. I somehow feel compelled to go forward, though, despite the strangeness of the place. It's as if some otherworldy force wills me so.
As I trek onwards, I start to wonder.
Where am I? Who am I? Is this real, or just a dream? Am I ever going to get out of this place? Am I going to regain my memory? How much longer will I live? Am I to see loved ones again?
My thoughts race in my head, and it gives me more drive to just dash ahead. Maybe the exit's just ahead. I mean, I've been in here for quite a while, I must be near an exit. I must be. I go as fast as I can, despite my weary condition, rushing though the dank cave, and hopefully toward my freedom. As I was blindly running, I started thinking: What if the exit isn't close, and I'm just wearing myself down? What if there isn't even and exit? I started to slow down, until I eventually stopped.
Maybe...
Maybe I can just rest here for a bit, yes?
I thought to myself. Before I realized it, my body sank to the ground, beginning to become numb, and my heavy eyes slowly closed.
I rested for what seemed to be an eternity. I just couldn't will myself to move. I started to worry: Am I dying? Is this what it feels like, becoming a lifeless husk of yourself, still being able to see but not being able to move? Is that how it is?
Then, as these thoughts were coming through, that unnatural force hit me again. Except, it almost seemed like it was more forceful this time, rather than a gentle nudge. I was soon being ushered down the cave by this force, and I soon saw a light. It was a dim light, but a light nonetheless. I rushed to light with the last bit of strength I had, but the hole was to small for me. The force started to push me through it, slimming my body to fit though the small hole.
I soon slipped through, and fell into a body of water. I found myself unable to swim, and I started drowning. The source of the cave got up, and as this happened I started to be sucked down into a vortex in the water. In my last moments before drowning, I thought:
It sucks being a piece of crap.
(Also I had no idea what to call the story before I even started making this blog. ._.)
I have been in these caves for hours. I don't even remember how I got here. I don't even remember anything before being here.
It's as if I'd been in here my entire life, except I know I haven't. The place is odd, to say the least. It's warm, and the sides of the cave don't feel as if they're stone, but rather feel... Mushy. I somehow feel compelled to go forward, though, despite the strangeness of the place. It's as if some otherworldy force wills me so.
As I trek onwards, I start to wonder.
Where am I? Who am I? Is this real, or just a dream? Am I ever going to get out of this place? Am I going to regain my memory? How much longer will I live? Am I to see loved ones again?
My thoughts race in my head, and it gives me more drive to just dash ahead. Maybe the exit's just ahead. I mean, I've been in here for quite a while, I must be near an exit. I must be. I go as fast as I can, despite my weary condition, rushing though the dank cave, and hopefully toward my freedom. As I was blindly running, I started thinking: What if the exit isn't close, and I'm just wearing myself down? What if there isn't even and exit? I started to slow down, until I eventually stopped.
Maybe...
Maybe I can just rest here for a bit, yes?
I thought to myself. Before I realized it, my body sank to the ground, beginning to become numb, and my heavy eyes slowly closed.
I rested for what seemed to be an eternity. I just couldn't will myself to move. I started to worry: Am I dying? Is this what it feels like, becoming a lifeless husk of yourself, still being able to see but not being able to move? Is that how it is?
Then, as these thoughts were coming through, that unnatural force hit me again. Except, it almost seemed like it was more forceful this time, rather than a gentle nudge. I was soon being ushered down the cave by this force, and I soon saw a light. It was a dim light, but a light nonetheless. I rushed to light with the last bit of strength I had, but the hole was to small for me. The force started to push me through it, slimming my body to fit though the small hole.
I soon slipped through, and fell into a body of water. I found myself unable to swim, and I started drowning. The source of the cave got up, and as this happened I started to be sucked down into a vortex in the water. In my last moments before drowning, I thought:
It sucks being a piece of crap.
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