Cave Creative Writing

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I’m scrambling out of the cold and damp cave I am stuck in, weakly trying to gain my footing, I hear something plunge straight into the ground right behind me. As the rocks are starting to cave in, my breath was shortening, my legs were wobbly, and I am dazed. During the time while I was running, I took a quick glance behind me as colossal rocks and razor-sharp icicles fall, but I try to focus on what’s ahead of me. There is an abyss leading to where I am progressing, therefore I can’t detect any source of light in my eyes, and it’s hopeless trying to look for anything at this point.
The sides of the grotto are rubbing against my arms as I’m trying to squeeze through the corridor, starting to feel deep lacerations and percolating juice all over my arms. The creases are obtaining …show more content…

I am scurrying out making so much noise, not being afraid of any consequences that might happen. I can’t tell how far I am traveling in this cave, but it has been more than a couple days. The sun is scorching, but that is just what I enjoy to feel after being in this cold cave for a few days. The sounds, I can hear them approaching closer, now there’s not a doubt in my mind that I can be free from this cave soon. I hear noises coming in bursts, sounding exactly to a name maybe, and there are definitely multiple people out there.
The sound of a lady shrieking “Donald!” strains over the background noises of the cave. Donald, coincidentally, is my name and I will be in complete awe if they are looking for me. Cracks are turning into tunnels as my legs are getting feeling back, ecstatic to see whoever is out there calling for me. I can see again, hear again, and abide again and now nothing is stopping me from reaching the end of this cave I’ve been stuck in for a while. Outside is showing, just feet from reaching the end of the cave. I see the lady who had been calling me and it seems as though she has

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