Descending into the Dark

Jim Stitzel

I dabble a little in a lot of things — writing, webcomics, gaming, photography, web design, music, and more. I’m a full-time code-wrangler with far, far too much to do.


We set out again, following the same pathway we'd been on before. The floor beneath us continued to slope downward. The ceiling of the tunnel dropped low in places but never so much that we needed to stoop. We weren't certain where we were headed. Such was the nature of traversing the darkness of these tunnels. The exact destination could almost never be known, which was why it was almost always safer to travel with a trusted companion.

We talked along the way, as we so often did, our lanterns lighting the way ahead just enough. You told me of your upbringing, something you'd never shared with me before. I shared with you the pain I'd gone through, the pain I was even now still experiencing. Friends we already were, but through that time in the dark, we bonded closer still.

The passage ahead came to a 'T,' and we were forced to make a decision. You seemed uncertain which way to go, and so it fell to me to guide us. I'd kept a rough map of the tunnels in my mind as we walked, and so I turned us to the right.


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ElshaHawk LoA

This piece doesn't add much except for their continued bonding. Those are the best times as friends, but make for repetitive writing. I struggle with these parts in my mainstream fiction. I have to learn to cull where necessary. Can I show their bonding in another way?

Use of stories and details is a good idea here.

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