Dragon’s Breath

Dragon's Breath

 

After a long walk through forest clothed hills and mountains they arrived at the cave entrance. It was right where they had read in the Cave Adventurer Magazine, and half covered by bushes and other vegetation. They walked down a big tunnel, deep into the ground. A practically unexplored cave, for them to investigate.

They found a lake, a beautiful underground lake with a waterfall coming out of a tunnel in the wall. Huge columns was hanging from the roof, their flash lights revealed amazing colours on the walls. It was spectacular.

They went for a swim. The water was cold and refreshing, and probably drinkable though they did not dare to try. They got up, dried up and kept moving. The halls were getting bigger and bigger, the tunnels wider and the roof could hardly be seen.

Look! Said Ali. What a strange wall!

What is it? Mohammed lifted his hand, touched the shells in front of him. The shells were hard, there was something soft underneath, something organic.

Amazing!

Step aside! Ali was holding a rock.

No! Don’t…

Ali threw the rock. It bumped into the soft wall and fell down.

What did you do that for? Said Mohammed.

Just to see what happened, Ali laughed. You never kn…

The wall moved. A bit to one side, and a bit away from them.

Grrroaawwww…

A sound. A strange, deep roar from the deep of the cavern. The wall disappeared in the darkness.

I think we should probably get out of here… Said Mohammed.

A huge reptile-like head, bigger than a bus, bigger than a building appeared in the light from their torches. It was staring at them. Smoke was coming out of it’s nostrils. A dragon. A real, living dragon was looking straight at them. It looked angry.

Run!!!

They ran. Ran towards the tunnel they had come in through. Ali looked back. Light. Fire. The heat came closer. They could feel their skin burn, their hair curl. They ran out of the cave. Kept running until they couldn’t run any more.

They lay in the grass catching their breath. The earth started shaking. Smoke came up from the ground. In a huge explosion of rock and fire the dragon broke out through the mountain. It flew up in the air, made a loop. Turned towards them. Charged, spitting fire. Burned them both alive.

Then it flew off towards town.

https://jacforsyth.wordpress.com/2017/02/07/the-death-of-dragons/

https://imaginarycreatureauthority.wordpress.com/2017/06/13/dragon-species-guide/

Fallout

Fear of Strangers

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I used to hitchhike a lot. It’s a wonderful way of travelling. You meet new people all the time, you get to be taken places you never knew existed because the people who picked you up are going there. Sometimes you are invited to dinner, or to a party. Sometimes you can even get laid.

Hitchhiking (Fear of the Unknown) is about a boy hitchhiking through a territory of monsters. The story takes place in some kind of twilight zone, but I’m imagining he is travelling in central USA somewhere. Can’t really tell you where, I’ve never been there. Seen a lot of movies, though.

Usually when you hitchhike you camp, and if you want to move fast you sleep under the stars. Sometimes you hear a sound. A dog is a good companion.

Hitchhiking is not riskless, and sometimes, when you sit in the car with some stranger, you find this stranger a bit strange. You know there are psychos out there, and you want to be careful, of course. I’m a great believer of trusting your instincts when it comes to strangers. If they seem or feel like good people, I usually go with the flow. If they don’t, I’m more aware.

I have at a couple of occasions thought of getting out because my new and very short term friend was acting strange. I never did, though, and they always let me off with no problems.The only real danger I’ve experienced is people driving like crazy. Friendly people driving like monsters.

https://thisisyouth.org/2017/01/11/nepal-59-an-awkward-taxi-ride/

https://memoirpool.com/2016/04/04/hitchhike-to-the-mystic/

 

Temple of Doom

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Temple of Death is a story about nuclear waste. In a distant future, a group of archaeologists finds a nuclear storage tunnel, closed thousands of years ago. The last remains of a lost civilization.

They believe it’s some kind of temple, and the warning signs just give them another reason to enter.

We do not have a good plan of what to do with the nuclear waste we are creating, and we are creating a lot of it. We can dig it down, we can put on all sorts of warnings, but if the reason we dug it down is forgotten, people will not stop because of threats. Lots of ancient graves has been equipped with warnings of doom and curses, but we’ve opened them anyway.

There’s no reason to believe the same will not be the case in the future. It might as well be interpreted as something of great value. A hundred thousand years is a long, long time.

https://www.ft.com/content/db87c16c-4947-11e6-b387-64ab0a67014c

http://www.globalissues.org/news/2016/01/13/21753

Hitchhiking (Fear of the unknown)

 

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He had been waiting for hours. No one stopped. Every car, which really had not been many, had passed him as if he didn’t exist. Now he was tired. He went into the forest behind him, sat down and pulled up some bread and cheese. He didn’t have much food left, but it would do for tonight.

He was in the middle of nowhere. Some strange truck driver had let him off, taking in on a dirt road, telling him it was a better bet to stay on this one. He had stepped out to catch another ride. Usually not too hard to do, but this time he had been out of luck, or maybe it was the area. The last village had been rather creepy.

He probably would have to sleep there, it was getting darker. Tomorrow morning will be better, he thought. It’s always easier to catch a ride in the morning.

He put up his hammock and opened his sleeping bag, made a camp. Darkness arrived. Silence.

He sat there, thinking about the last thing the truck driver had said before he left: Be careful, strange things happen out here at night. Strange things? Probably just a bad joke. After a while he got tired and snuck himself into the sleeping bag. He was just about to fall asleep when a sound was heard in darkness, a crack! followed by strange moan of agony. He sat up, looked around. Some animal, he thought. Soon he slept.

He woke up by the impact of his body hitting the ground. It hurt. His hammock had broken. But he had put it up well, like always? He looked at the rope. It was cut with something sharp. A knife or something. He got his flash light. The moving light made the shadows move in a creepy way, as if something was fleeing the light.

Hello? He said. Is anyone there?

No answer. Silence and darkness devoured everything. He was getting scared. What had happened? He looked at the rope again. It was cut, all right. But who could have done that? There didn’t seem to be anyone around.

Maybe someone didn’t like him being there. Maybe if he just moved away a bit, he could get out of the zone where someone was bothered. He started packing his bag.

OK, I’m leaving! He said out loud.

He packed his stuff fast and walked down towards the road. He heard a car. He wanted that ride badly, but he wouldn’t get there in time. The car stopped when he was still in the dark woods.

The door opened. Need a ride? An old man’s voice. He couldn’t see his face, the car had no lights inside.

What are you doing out here at this hour, son? He said. Aren’t you scared?

Scared of what? Responded the boy. Truth was he was.

Of the monsters! The old man laughed a wicked laugh. These forests are crawling with monsters!

The boy laughed nervously, not sure if he was joking or not.

They drove on for a while in silence.

So what are you doing out here? Asked the boy. The old man didn’t answer. He didn’t ask anything else. No one spoke.

The moon came out from the carpet of clouds. He looked over at the old man. He had a huge fang on one side of his mouth. One of his eyes seemed to be looking at him all the time, while the other one were looking to the road. His head was abnormally large, with a horn on the far side of his forehead. The boy blinked. He’d never seen anyone like that before. Was it some kind of mutation, or was he even human? His hands were hairy, clawed and big. The boy was thinking of asking him to stop, to let him out, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to be alone in the dark. He was scared. Scared of everything.

They saw a gas station in the distance, where the road entered the highway.

I’ll let you off there, said the strange creature. Got a job to do!

He drove into the station area and let him off.

Thanks for the ride! Said the boy getting out.

Good luck to you, son, he said. Be careful who you ride with!

The car drove away. He could hear the man laughing his creepy laughter. He looked around. This would be a better spot to catch a ride.

http://hitchwiki.org/en/Hitchhiking

https://citizensearth.wordpress.com/2015/07/12/the-labyrinth/

Beyond Faith and Reason

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Temple of Death

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Rabe, Sink and Torkey stood in front of the huge metal door. The door was marked with symbols of an ancient civilization. Some symbolized death, the sculls and bones made that part easy to see. An other seemed to prohibit entrance. The third one was more diffuse, they had no idea what it meant. It was black and yellow, circle shaped with three triangles pointing into another smaller circle in the centre.

Probably some kind of old religious symbol, said Rabe, archaeologist and leader of the expedition. Most likely a warning of some curse or something. Everyone knew curses didn’t work, there was no reason to worry.

The door was securely locked, but Sink was an expert in explosives. The door went down. A dark tunnel lay open in front of them. They could smell a strange stench from inside.
What if… started Sink.
What if what? Torkey looked at her with laughter in his eyes.
What if the signs are not warnings about a curse? What if the tunnel is toxic or something?
Naah! Said Torkey. This tunnel obviously has been closed for thousand of years. If there is something here, it’s gems and noble metals. Don’t worry! They just want to scare us off.

They went deeper into the tunnel, and the smell got stronger. It smelled of humidity and something else. It was like an industrial, chemical kind of smell, yet different, unknown, with a touch of rotten meat. Sink stopped. I don’t like this smell, she said. It doesn’t smell healthy. She was holding her napkin in front of her mouth. She didn’t want to get sick.
Ha! Mocked Torkey. You go back if you want, and let the men do the job.

She did. This didn’t seem like a good idea.

Rabe and Torkey kept moving down. They were several hundred meters under the ground now. The smell was unbearable, but they didn’t want to stop. There had to be something really valuable down here with all these warnings. They came to a great hall with a circle shaped hole in the centre of the floor. A waist high fence by the edge. They went over and looked into the hole. It seemed to have some strange glow deep, deep down under them.

Hmm, said Rabe. He was a professional adventurer, and knew everything about climbing. This was complicated, and impossible with the equipment they had brought. Bummer.

We won’t get any further until we bring advanced equipment. And we are deep into the northern jungles. This is as far as this mission gets.

They stared into the hole. That strange glow… What was it? It was greenish like emeralds. Maybe there was a huge pile of them down there. If they just could get them up. Torkey threw a stone into the hole to get an idea of how deep it was. It fell until it was out of sight.

A sound. Like a scream. Or hundreds of screams. Rabe looked at Torkey. What the hell? Is there something down there? They looked over the edge. A the glow seemed to be getting stronger. Something is coming up! Torkey took out his camera. This had to be documented! Rabe backed away from the hole. I don’t like this, man… Let’s get out of here!

Wait! Said Torkey I have to see what it is! He stared down on the light. It seemed to be creatures. Hundreds of glowing creatures. Thousands even. He was taking photos. The creatures came closer. I better get out of here, he thought. He packed away his camera and took a last look. He could see them now, moving faster than anything he had ever seen.

Some looked like hairless winged rats. Others resembled snakes with claws. Yet others had no form at all, just lumps of meat crawling up the walls. Huge fangs. Evil eyes. He didn’t run. He knew it was too late.

Rabe stood at the entrance of the hall. Let’s go, he said. This is… He stopped speaking. He saw hundreds of flying creatures coming up from the hole. The first ones attacked Torkey. Tore him to pieces. Devoured him in seconds. Rabe turned to run. He got two steps before the monsters were over him. Digging into his back. Eating his arms and legs.

Sink was worried. They were taking too long. She heard sounds from the opening. She looked into the tunnel, hopeful. She saw a light. The torches! They were coming back! The light got stronger. Greener. This was not their torches. The light started to scream. Horrible screams. Evil screams of pain. She stared at the creatures coming up the tunnel. Glowing, fire spitting cockroaches. Reptiles of death. Flesh eating meat. She backed away from the opening. The creatures came out from the hole. Pouring out. Up in the sky. Into the jungle. They were swarming. Everywhere. Even before the first bite she knew she would die.

The creatures kept pouring out. There seemed to be no end to them. Mutants spawned in a radioactive hell for thousands of years waiting to be set free. They devoured everything and everyone in their way. The world ended in horror and pain.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High-level_radioactive_waste_management

http://www.comicsquare.com/es/comic/agencia-de-investigacion-de-fenomenos-para-anormales-0

The Witch Doctor

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