by Thomas Allen Bateham

Created on: September 02, 2011

    I traverse the dark dank earthen tunnels. In an endless maze of tunnels I do find my self lost. I hear the beast behind me. His breathing is heavy moreover wet. It is gaining on me looking for its next meal.

    I am not afraid to die. I will fight with all my strength. The endless maze goes out before me. I walk along feeling my way through. Hoping in addition praying I find my way out of this dark prison.

    I know I can find a way to be free. The endless maze as not got the best of me. I am a fighter, not a quitter. I will prevail finding my way out of this lost endless maze. I know there is an end to it. I only have to keep going to reach the end.

    I feel the wall is getting smoother as I go. It is not the rough jagged earth I feel. It is not becoming rough hewn stone I feel. The beast if close it is nearly over. I will find my way out. On the other hand, I will face the beast that will devour me.

    My heart filled with hope I see a pinprick of light ahead. As I stumble racing toward my salvation. I see the light growing ever brighter. I start to run as I feel the hot breath of the beast on the nape of my neck.

    It gives out a grunt at turns in a howl. It gives chase after me, as my heart races. I find a new burst of energy. Time seems to slow as I push forward ever closer to the light. From the lost mine I hope to escape.

    The beast reaches out for me. I draw my knife stabbing thrusting backwards as I run forward. I hit something hard I push with all my might. I hear a scream warm sticky wetness overflows on my hand. I use what is left of my power to take the final steps to freedom. To the world of light I go banishing the darkness of the lost maze.

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