"I have tried simply to write the best I can. Sometimes I have good luck and write better than I can." -Ernest Hemingway

“The only living works are those which have drained much of the author's own life into them.” –Samuel Butler

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Mortiferum Aqua (Part One)

The water rushed into the tiny cavern. Its cold tentacles hungrily gripped Gwen in its tight embrace. The roar pieced her ears and her screams died on her lips.
The water slammed her against the sharp edges of the wall. She felt the deep gash in her back. Warmth drifted down her legs. She knew it was her blood draining out. It pulled her once more. She sped farther into the dark caves. Her head smashed against the end of the tunnel. Water pummeled her until her lungs had emptied.
She repeatedly gasped for breath, but couldn’t get enough air into her starved lungs. The empty space in the cavern continued to shrink. Before long, she would run out of air to breathe. Hot tears dripped down her cold cheeks. She knew she was about to die.
She took one last gulp of air as the water streamed over her head and utter darkness surrounded her.

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