Okay, I just wanted to try something different...
Dark skies bloom the rising moon, highlighting a flickering crimson ember in the wind. The swift coil carves the mountain side and the ember cools to silver and gray. Down the sharp slope it falls, fragmenting as it descends. That which remains of the whole lands in a standing brook at the base of the stone tree, a gentle current claims its fragile carbon body and drags it below the earth and into the roots of the beast. Gliding, gently gliding, it moves through the open cavern and disintegrates just as it surfaces within a well lit cave.
Daddy’s Nickname wakes full of fright and jumps ramrod straight. He slams his head on a very hard and apparently very low ceiling. He doesn’t know where he is, or how he got there. The last thing he remembers is sitting down at his computer with great pride, ready to write his first blog, then darkness, then light, then pain. When the pain receded he looked about, vainly attempting to retrieve his memory. He was in a cave, a very well lit cave at that. Behind him a slow moving current split the room in half. On the other side he could see a stairway which led upward. His side of the cave was barren with the exception of the many torches that were attached to the wall and ran the length of the entire cave.
Daddy’s Nickname’s fear was quickly receding to panic. How did he get there? How would he get home?
There aren’t any damned caves in Tampa!!
He considered his options and decided that he could easily swim across the water, the current was fairly slow, and he was an agile swimmer. He could grab a torch on the other side, and head up the stairs. With his decision made, he walked over to the stream and placed his foot within its gentle embrace.
He screamed and jumped back, stumbled on a stone, and overcompensated. He then proceeded to trip over his own feet and landed hard on his ass.
“Damn that waters cold!!” He said to himself.
After about an hour and a half of splashing water on his legs, arms and torso, Daddy’s Nickname finally gathered enough courage to lower himself into the stream. He doggy paddled to about halfway across when something caught his attention. A feint glow came from the inflowing portion of the stream. It didn’t look like it was too far away, and the source looked like natural sunlight.
Unfortunately he would have to travel underwater to get there, never a good idea.
Does Daddy’s Nickname continue to cross the stream and head up the stairs?
Does Daddy’s Nickname take a deep breath and hope it’s not his last?
Does Daddy's Nickname take his life and never post another choose your own adventure again?
