The Cavern

The Cavern

A Story by meltingtuba

So there I was, in a deep, dark cavern, miles beneath the ground.  A tall man had been chasing me for a reason that I can’t quite figure out and as I scrambled frantically to get away I lost my footing and suddenly I was falling, deeper and deeper, away from the grass and flowers and all that I held dear.  I was sure that when I hit the ground I would break all of the bones in my body.  I hugged my knees to my chest, closed my eyes and braced myself for the end.

         Then with a splash I landed in a pool of water, I plunged deeper and deeper, unable to stop myself.  Then, when I thought I was going to pop from the pressure I shot up and out of the water like a cork from a bottle.  Gasping, I dragged myself out of the water and on to the dusty rocks surrounding the pool.  Then, when I thought I could relax for just one moment a rough hand grabbed me by my collar, whisking me into darkness again.  I was carried into a room with no light but from a derisory fire, resting on it was a large, black pot.  The rough hands held me tightly, tying me to a boulder with a coarse rope.  A match was struck and I was able to make out a shadowing figure, hunched over the pot, it threw the match under the pot and the fire grew enormously.  My capturer was a dumpy woman wearing a towel around her torso. 

         “I’m ‘ungry, I am,” said she.  “You’ll taste mighty nice with a bit ‘o paprika here and there.”

         I wriggled in the ropes.  What could I do?  Where could I go?  The lady pulled a spoon out of a wrinkle in the towel and sampled the mixture in the pot.  I knew that I had to delay her long enough to think of a way out. “Do you live here?” I asked.

         “O’ ‘course I live ‘ere.  Shut your pie hole!” She yelled, in a gravely voice.  I shrank back, the woman pulled a series of containers from her towel and grumbled; “now where did I put the allspice?”

         I frantically rubbed the rope around my hands against a piece of sharp rock.  The rope wore down slowly, too slowly. The hag would cook me! I tugged and struggled and twisted back and forth, gradually the ropes slipped off, and I sat still for a minute.  “Hey lookee!” I yelled and stared pointedly at the stone wall to the left of me. The hag averted her eyes for a moment.  Just long enough for me to barrel foreword. I grabbed her by the towel and pushed her into the pot.

         “Aaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhh!!!!” She shrieked.  Then she sunk under the grayish liquid.  I beamed, triumphant, momentarily forgetting that I was still in quite a predicament.

         I set out to search for some way to get out of the cavern.  Luck was with me; I found a tunnel going straight up, just big enough for one person to comfortably squeeze through.  Light streamed down from far above, I was pretty tired though.  I hitched up my pants, adjusted my headband and hoisted myself up into the hole. 

         This was going to be no easy feat; my flip-flops simply weren’t made for climbing.  Twice I almost fell all the way back down.  Slowly but surely I eased my way up.  Hours passed, sweat waterfalled down my face.  I could see the light, just a few yards above.  Struggling, I heaved my body out of the hole and onto some grass.  I yawned, laid down and fell fast asleep.


The End

© 2012 meltingtuba

Author's Note

Inspired by Little Lulu. I don't know why.

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A very nice story! How did you come up with the ideas? Was this inspired by a dream or other stories or what? Just curious... :)

Posted 8 Years Ago

That was odd, but still very enjoyable. I love your writing style, and I can honestly say that I've never read anything like that before :D

Posted 9 Years Ago


9 Years Ago

why thank you, kind sir.

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A Story by meltingtuba