Today marks the one month anniversary of our arrival.
This cave has sheltered us and our guns allowed us to hunt.
However, our ammunition won’t last long.
Will we end up becoming Paleolithic food?
Maybe the time machine wasn’t the greatest idea.
Will we ever escape back to our time?
Word Count: 50
Prompt:
I Cross The Threshold,
And Enter The Pirate Cove.
Seeking Cursed Gold…
Prompt:
Greetings mortals! In today’s tale, I, Dr. Skull will introduce you to my norse cousins. They aren’t as eloquent as yours truly, but they are damn fun. Now, listen well to my tale, mortals….
Josie was having a gala time.
She could still not believe that her new company was paying her to go on exploration trips. This was her first trip and she was already exploring a Scandinavian cave. This was so much better than sitting at a desk and doing paperwork all day.
Josie had been in such a jolly mood, that she did not pay attention to how deep she had gone inside the cave. She had almost forgotten that her job required her to take notes of anything peculiar or interesting.
She shone her torch on the walls and noticed curious inscriptions. She tried her best to copy them down. As she continued copying, her nose picked up a horrendous stench. It smelt like decayed flesh. She moved the torch around trying to find the source and stopped abruptly when the light fell upon a rotting corpse. Before Josie could react, the walking corpse let out a blood-curling growl. The inscriptions around her began glowing and she heard shuffling footsteps from behind her.
She was trapped. Stuck between rock and an angry legion of Draugrs…
(Word Count: 185)
You know, I did happen to meet Josie a few years after the incident took place. I must say her bones were in top-notch condition and she smelt better than those other Draugrs from Scandinavia, so fresh.
Oh well, until next time my still-alive mortals…
This is a discovery that could get us featured on big networks.
Are you recording this, Ryan? Okay good. So here we are, having completed our journey into the caves. We see some clear indications that human life once existed here. These paintings on the wall, seem to depict some kind of script. These are some well drawn lines and some good colour choice. I think we may have discovered a stone-age Picasso. Let’s back up a bit and illuminate the whole wall. There you see folks, a cave painting that seems to read P-S-Y-C-H-E!
Fuck!! Stop recording, Ryan!!!
Word Count: 99
Prompt:
This is the third part in the tale. Find the prequels here:
Part 1- Flash Fiction: Cave Trip
Part 2- Flash Fiction: Cave Trip 2
Now the tale continues..
I walked through the eerily silent pillared pathway.
The pathway ended at a black door. I silently opened the door and peered inside. I could see a well-furnished room. At the center was a table, placed upon which were a host of cups and three flasks. Suddenly, an invisible force pushed me inside. The door shut behind me. A cold voice filled the room.
“Welcome, uninvited guest.”
Before I could reply, the voice continued.
“You seek adventure. I can offer you one.”
I was intrigued. However, I thought it best to keep my guard up and glock drawn.
(Find the sequel here – Part 4 – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest 2)
Word Count: 98
Prompt:
This is the second part in the tale:
Find the prequel here:
Happy reading! 🙂
After discovering the skeleton, I decided to explore further.
I drew my Glock out of my pocket. After all, prevention is better than cure. I trained the flashlight’s beam in front of me, keeping my gun ready in the other hand. After walking for another five minutes in silence, I saw a wall in front of me. On the wall, was the drawing of a man stuck inside a vortex. The man was a protrusion in the wall. As soon as I touched it, the wall parted away.
It revealed a pathway bordered by white pillars….
(Find the sequel here: Part 3 – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest)
Word Count: 97
Prompts:
I walked cautiously, clutching my flashlight, which served as the only source of light here.
The sound of my footsteps echoed across the walls of the dark cave, giving me the feeling that there was someone else inside, but I knew I was alone here, atleast I hoped so.
That is the reason I came on this trip, to explore the unexplored all by myself, hoping to make a discovery, something exciting like a treasure, or at least cave markings at the very least.
This uncharted cave served as the perfect location, being shrouded in mystery and reeking of a dark aura.
My heart stopped for a second when I spotted the skeleton remains – finally a discovery, albeit one which showed clear signs of recent burning.
However, the flesh had been picked clean off the bones, which indicated that the Glock resting in my pocket may see use very soon…
(Find the sequel here: Flash Fiction: Cave Trip )
Word Count: 150
Prompts:
The Dark Netizen 