Staircase That Never Ends の小説・ストーリー

Behind me is a spiral staircase that leads up into total darkness. “Follow me,” he rasps, the words whispering over my neck as he leans down in the small space. A shiver of white-hot anticipation tingles up and back down my spine as I turn to follow him. He has to walk sideways up the staircase, which is too narrow even for me. It’s rickety, and I wince and reach out for him, clasping his shirt as the old metal shakes and groans. “Who will take the throne if the staircase collapses and we die?”

“Where are we –” “This way!” he yelled, yanking her suddenly in another direction. Behind them, Caitlin heard a crashing, followed by the sound of a mob, bearing down on them. They reached a circular staircase, made of stone, winding its way up along a wall. He ran full speed toward the steps, yanking her with him, and before she knew it they were racing up the steps, twisting in circles, taking them three at a time. They were ascending quickly. As they reached the top, it seemed to end in a complete wall. A stone ceiling was above them, and she could see no other way out. It was a dead-end. Where had he led them?

“Where are we –” “This way!” he yelled, yanking me suddenly in another direction. Behind us, I heard a crashing, followed by the sound of a mob, bearing down on us. We reached a circular staircase, made of stone, winding its way up along a wall. He ran full speed toward the steps, yanking me with him, and before I knew it we were racing up the steps, twisting in circles, taking them three at a time. We were ascending quickly. As we reached the top, it seemed to end in a complete wall. A stone ceiling was above us, and I could see no other way out. It was a dead end. Where had he led us?

“I said, get it together people, we don’t have time to cry. Let’s find a way out of this now! Though the momentum of the rapids was carrying us at a terrific speed toward Scylla and Charybdis, you know a rock and a hard place, I knew we had to bail somehow, but how? So I asked the guide what he had in his backpack. He was still a bit out of it, so before he could answer I opened it and started rummaging and found a grappling hook and long rope and formulated a plan.” “That’s my girl, go on.” He was almost forgetting to keep his eyes on the road, he was so interested in the story. "I can't believe you never told me this before! You are a total badass, babe! No wonder you want to climb Mount E

If she was the person waiting at the end of his path, if it all leads right back down to her, Alastor knew everything he had been through and anything else was going to be so worth it. Both were so lost with one another that they did not notice the brown earth slowly darkening around them, the green grass wilting beneath the heir of the underworld's body as the fire slowly died down from the rain. . . . “We are free to choose our paths, but we can’t choose the consequences that come with them.” –Sean Covey . . .

She gasped upon setting her foot on the first single spine straight stair, glass as the handrail. The stairs is snow white, completely white that would've made your eyeballs bleed if not for it's beauty. She's never loved white like she does this man's Chamber. It is a curved staircase and in between it, you could see the ground to ceiling, that almost reached the floor industrial chandelier with longer chains lightened up even with the sunlight beaming through the windows. It really is a sight for sour eyes, she can't take her eyes off of it.

He didn't take long and hurriedly walked up to an enormous staircase. The wide marble staircase is quite long. Running from it will surely make a kid tired, but it’s no problem for Andrew. He has strong stamina and endurance. And besides, the staircase in their mansion was way bigger compared to this. When he reached the top, he controlled his legs and started walking to the left with a light step so that it won’t make a sound. He walked straight towards a large fiberglass double door and as he got nearer at it, a loud yet muffled voice of a man was echoing.

We climbed up past the two bedrooms; each one spanning the entire width of the tree with only the hole for the stairs breaking up the expanse of floor. The staircase just kept swirling upwards, and we kept following it, room after room falling away beneath us; filled with interesting things I wanted to stop and investigate, but Tiernan kept urging me upward. The trunk began to narrow; the rooms getting smaller until they were just storage spaces. Then we came to a trap door in the ceiling set with brass hinges. Tiernan opened it and lowered a final set of steps. We went up them and emerged on the final platform.

The Pen of Endings suddenly flew into Adrian's hand. Unlike before... it no longer felt cold. It felt alive. Then another sentence formed. "Choose before the Twelfth Door opens." The ground split apart. Far beneath the White Tree... a staircase appeared. Not made of stone. Not made of light. It was built from unwritten pages. Every step carried invisible words waiting to exist. The Stranger stared into the abyss. "I have seen ten Doors." "The First Reader has seen eleven." "But no one..." "...has ever crossed the Twelfth."

I need to move quickly. The elevator’s not working, of course, so I climb the stairs instead. Fifty floors of deserted, crumbling concrete. Each step is a reminder that I’m walking into the remnants of a dream that never came true. Each step is a deterrent for regular humans with regular human endurance and stamina to ever go exploring and find this place by accident. Fifty stories up, the manager’s office still stands. The last place Mr. M spent his days before everything fell apart.