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Scene Based off of a Sketch

     A bit ago I made an art book and the first thing I posted on there was a sketch, which I got inspiration from a writing prompt I found. So... I decided to write a little scene like thing to go with that drawing. When you're done reading, be sure to check out the sketch! (It was the first post in my art book)

The prompt was:
A cool cave
The echo of footsteps
Blood pumping through your veins

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The boy shivered. He started to regret deciding to walk through the cave as it was, damp, cold, dark, and claustrophobic. It seemed so much different when he was hanging around the mouth of the cave, and not venturing deep into it. When he hung around the entrance of the cave, he was steps away from sunlight, and didn't feel trapped. Now the only light he had was the flickering flashlight he held in front of himself, and the only sound he heard was his footsteps echoing throughout the cave.
Maybe I shouldn't have run away, he thought as he stumbled further and further into the darkness. The police promised they'd take care of me... right now I'd probably be at one of their houses, with a meal in my stomach, and the promise of a warm bed to sleep in later... but... no... NO! They'd give him a family for tonight, but after that they'd ask questions and he didn't like questions.
They'd ask questions about his feelings and his dead family. And, and, and they'd ask questions about the fire. God, he didn't want to talk about the fire. He didn't want to say that it was his fault, that he, he's the reason his family burned, he's the reason everything's gone, and he didn't want to tell anyone about it. He didn't want to be the only one left. He wanted to be the only one dead. The only one gone. And now... now... now his family was gone and he'll have to suffer.
His blood pumped loudly through his veins as tears streamed down his face and into his mouth. He licked his lips. Salty. Disgusting. Just like how he felt inside. He tried to wipe the tears away but it but it didn't help. His hands were so sweaty, it made no difference when he attempted to get rid of the tears. The flashlight slipped from his hands and splashed into a puddle. Great. Now he was wet and shivering worse than before. He picked up the wet flashlight (it better be waterproof) and dried it off on his sweatshirt. It's dim light illuminated the path in front of him.
He had no choice but to keep going.

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Kinda short but 😝! This was actually kinda cool to write... it's short but kinda suspenseful and makes you wonder what happened. If you want to have like a longer story to know some background on this, be sure to tell me and maybe I'll write something longer 😉 Hope you liked it!

~Khloe :P