A Stone Is Dropped Into A Deep Well Novels & Stories

Six months is no time at all. "I'm gonna-Aaaaaa!" -Whatever words I was going for dissolve in an instinctive scream, as my feet slip on the damp earth, and I scramble for purchase, fall forward, crashing into moldy wood and through it. Right into the well. …

A violent, accelerating descent. Avery utilized her own back and elbows to absorb the brutal impacts against the iron interior, shielding her mother’s frame from the structural edges as they dropped through the core of the building. A final, heavy trajectory sent them clearing the pipe, and with a massive splash, their combined weight slammed directly into the waist-deep wastewater of the subterranean vault. The dark fluid erupted around them, the piercing chill and the pungent stench of the forgotten basin instantly swallowing their silhouettes in the deep shadow of the underground.

The wind was so chilling, causing my throat to be dehydrated. I walked into a deep well located in the middle of the environment. It did not have any lid, it had a rope that was used to draw water from the well. I looked inside the well, and I immediately stepped back, breathing so fast. It was filled with blood, not water. My leg shivered, I couldn’t move further, my eyes were itching and it seemed that other objects were dark in color. “Why are you afraid, Kazo?” a voice echoed from the tower.

Deep, glowing silver fractures raced across its surface. With a deafening explosion of sound, the sacred ancient stone completely disintegrated, bursting into a cloud of fine, glittering black dust that rained down onto the concrete table. The crushing pressure instantly vanished, the sky clearing as the morning sun returned to the courtyard. The Elders lay scattered on the ground, gasping for air, their faces filled with a pure, primal horror that went beyond anything they had ever experienced.

Namely, it looks like the ruins of a building where in the middle there is a well. Megan saw that the water had almost reached the top of the well, but it had frozen because of winter. The well that has a short size makes it run on the edge of the well. Slowly her feet stepped onto the frozen part. The smile immediately measured on her face as soon as she succeeded in doing so, this was her first experience standing on top of a frozen well. But it turns out to be the beginning of disaster for Megan. The well frozen in water looked so sturdy and impossible to thaw even if winter turned to spring. It took at least a few days, but it turned out that the frozen water cracked like glass and made

He didn't think; he leaped, plunging headfirst into the darkness of the well. The sensation of falling was brief. He didn't hit water or dirt. Instead, he landed on a smooth, slick stone chute that spiraled downward into the earth. It was like sliding through the throat of a giant. He tumbled, his shoulders scraping against walls that felt cold and wet, the friction of the descent sparking faint, blue streaks of static along his skin. He hit the bottom with a jarring thud, rolling onto a shelf of uneven, damp rock.

“Kayla!” In a flash, Kayla was on the opposite side of the rock and both of them pushed it until the bottom of the rock was clear off the ground. With a simultaneous growl, they dropped it and rolled it a few feet off. The first thing I noticed was the depression in the ground where the rock had been. It was naturally made by the boulder, it looked like someone had dug a shallow hole and put something in it. Dread filled me and tension charged the air as the four of us moved closer for a better look.

Silas says. I don’t answer. Mike’s eyes widen. “Ronan… no. You can’t make that jump.” Silas lunges to grab my arm. “Don’t!” Too late. I sprint straight toward the ten-foot gap in the tunnel floor. The boards crack under my feet, dust exploding upward. I push off hard. The edge breaks under my heel, rocks dropping into the well below. For a split second, there is nothing under me, just a pit lined with rusted spikes, black water, and bones that have been there for decades.

A low crack split across the courtyard floor, running like a vein toward the center well that had stood untouched for generations. My heart dropped. “The well,” she whispered. I turned sharply. “What about it?” “It was sealed.” “By who?” She didn’t answer. The crack widened. Stone fractured. Ice lining the edges shattered violently outward. And from the darkness below— A sound emerged. Not a roar. Not a growl. A hum. Deep. Resonant. Alive. Lyra’s fingers twitched. Her eyes fluttered open. Bright blue returned instantly. “No,” I breathed. “Not again.”

The elevator doesn't hum. It whispers. A low, hydraulic hiss that vibrates through the soles of my feet. We are descending. Past the wine cellar. Past the foundation. Down into the bedrock of the cliff itself. I count the seconds. One. Two. Three. Ten. We are deep. Too deep.