The One With The Metaphorical Tunnel Novels & Stories

Adeline squinted at the floor, her brows knitting together as she tried to remember something. After a few moments, her face lit up with realization, and she snapped her fingers. “Ah! I think I know why,” she said, nodding her head. “From what I remember, my father told me this tunnel goes underground and leads back up to both entrances or exits. So, my guess is, we’re beneath the pack now.”

This would’ve been where people made their escape. When we get to the end of the tunnel we see the way in. Above us, there’s a square shape showing an entrance. Phoenix, being the tallest of all of us, pushes against it, but it doesn’t budge. He huffs and states, “There’s something over the entrance.” Magnolia crosses her arms and leans against the wall of the tunnel as she asks, “So, what now?”

We watched as the warriors took the men out of the tunnels and four witches were waiting at the entrance to teleport them to Koda’s dungeons with the rest of the men. I breathed a sigh of relief and looked at dad, “I really hope the leader or leaders is among that group. I want this whole thing shut down.” Dad replied, “I hope so too. Those tunnels are not easy to do a manhunt in. Have you ever heard the term, “Fatal funnel?” I nod my head, “That’s a human military and law enforcement term for having a gunfight in a stairwell, with the gunman at the top. It’s extremely undesirable.” He agreed, “It most definitely is. That’s exactly what those tunnels are. There really is no protection from b

Because when a stranger knocked at your door in the middle of the night, asking for shelter amidst a crisis, there was simply no excuse to be made. Within that thirty days the butterfly would go through the craziest of cycles, starting as an egg enclosed within a shell that is both impenetrable and fragile. Gian embodies everything she hates about people. He's loud, too energetic, and always loves inserting himself in other people's business. Aera would make him leave if she could, and she tried for days on end. An apartment unit does not have enough room for two people who clash in every way possible. Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird.

Natalie grabs my hand and glances towards the pile of bones. “We will have time to talk later, but right now we have to go, we are running out of time.” She says. I nod my head in understanding and grip her hand even tighter and she returns the gesture. We crawl through the tunnel side by side; the tunnel is quite dark and smells really bad which I am guessing is because of the rotting dead bodies that are at the end of the tunnel. The tunnel feels like it goes forever just because I really want to talk to her.

Evelyn raised her flashlight—and the mirror shattered, exploding outward. But nothing hit them. No shards. No sound. Just... absence. Where the mirror had been, the wall was gone. A tunnel waited.No blueprints showed this. It went down at an angle—smooth walls, old stone. Wet air. The smell of roots and copper. Evelyn led the way. After twenty steps, the tunnel opened into a chamber. Massive. Circular. Lit by no source, yet not dark. Symbols are carved into every inch of the walls. Bones embedded in the floor. And at the center—a tree.

“Ha!” “Nice one, Chef,” K commended his keen observation and drew the possible look of the tunnel. “If that’s a tunnel then there must be a key to open it. And I’m sure it’s not as easy as pressing a light switch or pulling a lever down. We can get a quick pass through the gates and travel to the end of the demarcation line. But the rest of the land is unknown to me… whatever is underneath it is out of my knowledge and capability.” “If there is an entrance then there must be an exit. Where could it be?” Ember wondered, “Or the only way out is the same tunnel.” Ember groaned and shook her head.

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I can smell and hear that we are near a waterfall, but I don’t see it. We turn off the mangy road and the car ducks into the side of a hill, into an underground tunnel. It is pitch black at first, but Infinity can see where we’re going. It is just dirt down here, as far as we can see, but the tunnel is quite wide. I’d say it’s wide enough to fit three cars side by side. The walls are smooth and packed solidly. Either this took years to dig out or this was created with magic.

As my consciousness began to fade, I forced myself to reach out and fumble for the burner phone hidden on me. [That favor you owe me—you can pay it back now.] The moment the message had been sent, both the display on my phone and my mind plunged into darkness. I had no idea how much time had passed before the pungent stench of disinfectant finally jarred me awake. My body felt as though it had been crushed into pieces and then forcefully patched back together. The hollow emptiness in my lower abdomen served as a constant, brutal reminder of everything that had just transpired.