Mine Shaft

my journal entry one day . . .

I scampered up the walls like a rat.  Like a rat that cares only for food, for survival.  I put the socks on my ears and climbed.  The wall was full of nails, so it was easy.  Then my flashlight fell out of my pocket.  So I screamed.  And fainted.

I came to clinging to the wall.  Rats were all around me.  I decided to keep climbing.  Until I realized I was climbingdown, backwards,upside down.  So I swiveled myself around.  But I was still wrong.  I thought I'd take a break.  I turned on my flashlight, staring into the abyss.

Nothing was there.  I was floating on this grainy something, but when /i looked down nothing was there.  I heard the chatter of rats.  I couldn't see them.  My flashlight sputtered and, then died.  I decided to try again.  Good existed in the world, I knew.  But this was a place of evil.

I tried to climb again, I really did.  But I couldn't fell anythind and it was all slippery and shiny, even though I couldn't see it.  I found a platform and sat down, carving my knees to my chest.  I sobbed but nothing came out, tears or sounds.  All I could hear was the chitter of the rats . . .

Reviews

[Opposum]

This is V. i don't like it.... i love it. to bad it had to be about rats. yuck