Cave Creative Writing

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The overwhelming anger roared inside of me as I watched a group of tiny men approach my cave. My dark and ominous cave glistened from the radiating sun when a small group of shadows stormed inside. The place I called home was eerie, yet beautiful in a sense that it was the only spot I could get away from civilization. I loved the lack of noise and people around me because I could spend my time alone with my sheep. The small army of men scampered along the cold rough floor, their voices high pitched and loud as they bounced off the echoing cave walls. “WHO GOES THERE? I do not wish to have any company in my cave, you fools! Run now or you will be forced to escape my wrath!” My disgruntled voice shouted into the thin air. The group of men scampered …show more content…

I quickly opened my eye and yelled out in pain, flinging my arms around helplessly. Those imbeciles had stabbed my poor eye as blood poured out of the empty socket. I clutched the bloody crater, sitting up quickly. There was no way I would ever see again, so I shouted in frustration. “How could you?! I am now forever blind due to your vicious actions! This is why I hate you foolish humans!” I hear my neighbors arrive by the entrance of my cave, so I sigh out in relief for their rescue. “Are you okay?” They call out, knocking on my boulder. “Nobody’s killing me!” I grunt heavily, crawling towards the entrance for their help. However, they just left me, but I didn’t quite understand why. I felt alone in my own grief, so I decided to go back to sleep and get some rest. When I woke up in the morning, I moved the huge boulder to let my sheep through. I felt their fuzzy backsides in order to determine whether it was the sheep or men trying to walk out. Suddenly, I hear a voice in the distance call out for me. I avert my attention towards the small voice, hurrying over to where I heard them. “My name is Odysseus! I have tricked you and now you have to tell people that I am the one who deceived you! I made you blind and now I have taken your beloved sheep!” I growl as I immediately recognize the captain’s voice. Out of anger and frustration, I grab a hilltop and blindly chuck it in his direction. When I heard a loud crash, I went back to my cave to grieve in

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