《Labyrinth》


 Walls

    Chapter 1: Walls


    Walls, and more walls, everyday in front and back. Dull doesn¡¯t even come close to describing the overall feeling of gray that made up every corridor. Each stretch is inconsistent in length and width but seemingly unreachable in height. Making anyone who might dare to traverse this quandary feel a creeping sense of despair. At the epicenter of it lay an impenetrable structure that all walls right or left would lead to.


    It is what I called the cell and I suppose with me being the only one at its center, that would make me the nucleus. Only confined, and locked away forever¡­


    BUT! It''s not all bad, a large rock fell down from the forever ceiling some time ago, almost scared the horns right off my head. Me and him have kicked it off pretty well since then. I''ll tell him stories and well, hell just listen. Mr. Rock is a great listener. He¡¯s also surprisingly resilient. Sometimes when I get bored or frustrated I lob him at my cell grating, but he doesn''t mind.Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.


    Yesterday I threw him extra hard and accidentally got him stuck between the impenetrable bars of my cell. Since then I''ve tried a number of ways to get him unstuck but to no avail. Eventually after much deliberation, I came up with the most splendid idea only someone as amazing as me could come up with.


    ¡®I¡¯ll just ram him out with my horns!¡¯ I know, absolutely brilliant, right?


    Raring up to charge forward, I instinctually dragged my right foot back against the stone floor. Steam forcefully pushing its way out of my snout. With Horns pressed forward and muscles tense, I launched myself forward with fierce momentum. ¡°Huuuaaaaghh!!¡±


    Over a thousand pounds of unrelenting muscle crashed into the hard metal grating of my cell pressing Mr. Rock further in, viciously warping the structure. With my weight assisting in bending it further, a long unsettling creak came from the heavily strained barrier followed by a foreboding silence¡­ ¡®Well, that didn¡¯t go as pla-.¡¯  ¡°SNNAPP!!¡± The metal grating gave out over the immense pressure, sending me and Mr. Rock tumbling out of my cell and into the unknown.

 Halls

    Chapter 2: Halls


    Everywhere up and down was filled with halls and walls. Most importantly I gleaned an observation, a primal instinct of fear had crept up on me. In my head a sliver of my conscience insisted that it would be safer in my cell. But every other part of my being wanted to escape. So there we were, me and Mr. Rock, staring wearily out into the dim dullen gray.


    It was a humbling epiphany which led me to conclude that maybe this wasn¡¯t the best idea. Allas what was done is now done and with self encouraging thoughts we moved forward. But not for long as I had no clue where I was going.


    ¡®Dead end number three, aaand number four¡­ Huh, that was quick.¡¯ With the fourth dead end obstructing our path I subsequently realized that maybe dead end number four was dead end number one, and we¡¯ve just been walking in circles. ¡®How do you suppose we get out of here Mr. Rock?¡¯ ¡°... ¡­ ¡­¡± ¡®Yeah, I got nothing as well.¡¯Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation.


    Most of the time Mr. Rock¡¯s input was insightful, but unfortunately our current predicament left the both of us befuddled. ¡®Hmm, if both walls right or left all lead to my cell, couldn¡¯t I follow one of them out of here?¡¯ To me this notion felt more sound than anything I had ever come up with. There was absolutely no way it would fail because, according to Mr. Rock, nothing was more right than me.


    Like this we moved forward again, Only this time we were met with much less dead ends and more winding paths. Time passed as we traversed the Labyrinth, Mr. Rock and I enjoyed each other''s company through conversation. Even if what we discussed was arbitrary in nature, Mr. Rock didn¡¯t seem to mind.


    Throughout our long journey traversing the Labyrinth, not a single soul did we run into. Instead we followed the walls for years to count, time not being a heavy burden on my beastial perception. Never did I grow tired, only plagued by my growing sense of boredom. Until one day my eyes caught the vague gleam of a torches light in the distance.