Tuesday, June 12, 2012

The Cave - Writing Exercise




The rhythmic sound of water dripping, echoing through the cave, creating a natural symphony known only to a chosen few.

Frigid air seeps into your skin, searching for your bones.

Gray weathered stone, decorated with limestone deposits create hazards and beauty.

A darkness beyond any black you’ve ever seen.

Complete, eery silence that will haunt you if you let it.

Silently, a bat grazes your shoulder, swiftly disappearing into the black hole.

The sound of footsteps startle you.  The light of a headlamp appears before the person.

"Who the hell are you and why are you in my cave?" 

2 comments:

MOM said...

good descriptive prose. feel like i am there. good job.

Kelli Thomas said...

Thanks Mom :)

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