Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Under the Grave: Part 2

Author's note: This is a continuation of another post, called under the grave. To read that, go to the bottom of the page and click on older posts. You probably won't understand this if you didn't read the first one.



It feels like jello, being pulled through miles of dirt and stone. But all I see is darkness. I close my eyes, hoping this to be a dream. When I open my eyes, I am filled with despair. I pray to myself that Gregory and Nikko are ok. Maybe they just left without me. All I know to do is wait. The darkness is turning to grey, almost unnoticed. Finally, I land with a thud, but no pain……Beside me are Greory and Nikko were spit out from the sky. I stood up, every muscle in my body, sore.  I tried to stretch a little, but that didn't help. Gregory looked like he was about to cry. He wonders aloud,
"Where are we?"
I feel frozen in time. Above us, is darkness. Behind us, is darkness. The fog on the ground is so thick, I can't even see my own feet. And in front of us, spreading wide  and long like the country side, are buildings, almost as dense as New York City.
Nikko asks, " What now?"
"It seems like we've got nowhere to go except there," I state, pointing towards the strange buildings
"No, no! Please, no,  Zeke! That place looks dangerous!" Gregory cries.
"Well, what else are we supposed to do? We have to find a way home!"
Nikko nods. Gregory has no answer.
"That settles it, then," I say." Let's go."
I start off, looking back to make sure Nikko and Gregory are following me.  Sure enough, there's Gregory, looking like he's about to pee his pants. Nikko just looks around nervously.
As we near the city, I start hearing a strange beat, like a drum. The closer we go, the louder it gets. I soon realize that it sounds like a buzzing sound, almost.  Too soon, we reach the first building. It is somewhat tall, but very creepy. It's hard to tell what material the building is made of, but it's hard, and smooth, and has a cream color to it.
" I can't remember where," Nikko said, knocking on the wall. "But I've seen this stuff before."
"Aren't you learning about bones in science class?" My weary brother asked.
Before Nikko could answer, a creature came up behind us and said in a raspy voice,
"What are you doing here?"
We all gasp, too speechless to scream. Now I come to a sudden realization. The buzzing noises are voices, chants, marching. Marching towards us.
To be continued...

3 comments:

  1. I like how you leave the reader hanging. I want to know what happens! A lot of people say "to be continued," but they just use that as an excuse to end the piece. I'm really glad you aren't doing that.

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  2. I like how descriptive this piece is and I agree with Monica, A lot of people do put "to be continued" in a lot of things and then quit. I do that sometimes too, but my stories are lame, while yours are good.

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  3. You have great word choice. You should continue writing this.

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