The One With The Metaphorical Tunnel Novels & Stories

"I am the one who bleeds. And today, I’m changing the font." The battle beneath the roots was not a clash of steel, but a war of definitions. As Audrey, Lucas, and Caelum descended, the physical walls of the tunnel dissolved into a chaotic library of floating sentences and jagged paragraphs.

"I know, baby. I'm scared too. But we're almost there. We're almost out." "I don't like the dark." "Close your eyes. Hold your unicorn tight. Think about the stars. Think about the beach. Remember the ocean?" "I remember." "Think about the waves." She closed her eyes. She held her unicorn. She thought about the waves. We walked for what felt like hours. In reality, it was only minutes. But minutes in the dark feel like hours. Minutes in fear feel like forever. The tunnel ended at a metal door. Rusted. Ancient. Damian pushed it open. It groaned on hinges that hadn't been oiled in years.

The tunnel stretched ahead, a throat of concrete and weeping pipes, vibrating with the low-frequency hum of a dying god. Ahead, the memory-collector had reconstructed itself. It was no longer a human-shaped entity; it had fused with the ceiling, a pulsating nest of blackened, twitching fiber-optic cables that hung down like the tentacles of a deep-sea predator. It was the terminal point of the Nursery, the place where the "deleted" were unspooled into raw, meaningless static.

You might think it's just another side-wall at first glance, but beneath the tin garbage can is a secret button. I jump out of the car, took out the trash, and pushed the small red dot that had been planted on the ground. The wall slides open to reveal a small tunnel that connects to my private parking lot and is just wide enough for a car to pass through. I got back in inside, giving sideway glances to Seth as we drove through the tunnel. He had his attention to the surrounding we’re in, his face is still expressionless. I’m curious of what he’s been thinking. Maybe he's plotting a hundred different ways to murder me. Like hell I’m going to let that happen.

~ (Raphael) As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the landscape, I couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration and disappointment. Despite spending the better part of the day searching, I had been unable to uncover any hidden entrances to the tunnels Haven had spoken of. It was as if they were deliberately concealed, hidden behind a veil of secrecy and deception. With nightfall approaching, I decided to turn my attention to the realm of dreams, planning to once again invade Haven's subconscious mind through dreamwalking. Perhaps, I thought, she might unwittingly reveal more information about the tunnels and their hidden entrances.

He’d seen what those things could do and he knew they were playing with him. He came to a crossroads in the path and his pursuers cut in front of him blocking two of the paths, including the most direct route to his bungalow. He knew where they were taking him. He gasped for breath and his head throbbed as he jogged past the second of the three affected graves. Like the first, the huge hillock had caved in and was now a pit filled with folds of loose turf. At the foot of the grave there was another slit in the ground that also led onto a small tunnel. Once again the turf had been folded back on either side of the slit and Jim was struck by the similarity to a pair of female labia.

I gasped and looked at Dad. "It's a secret tunnel." He informed me with a grin. I grinned back at him, feeling a little excited. We entered the tunnel and then followed it further underneath the ground. About five meters into the tunnel we stopped and stepped outside again. I stood still, breathing heavily, taking everything in. This place was even more beautiful underground. The walls were made of dark red bricks and were lit by torches which were hanging in the middle of the tunnel. There were wooden beams holding up the roof and they seemed stable enough. On one end there was a large wooden fence surrounded by tall grass. In the distance, I could hear water trickling away. There was anoth

*** Oceana walked deeper into the forest and met a banner which also said 'ONE MORE, NOTHING LESS'. "What does this dumb motto mean?" Oceana scoffed while continuing her track. She got to a place that ended the tunnel. "I thought there is always a way at the end of every tunnel?" She asked herself. She moved her hands against the hard tunnel wall and felt something. It was like a button, a stone like button. She pressed the button, and a large way opened in front of her. "Huh??" She fearfully stepped inside and the way closed up immediately. "Woah!" She gasped at the enormous size of the place she was.

I decided it was best we split up and met outside this tunnel. “Let us split up,” I said, turning to face Martin. “Okay, that feels weird already being that I do not know my way around here and you do,” Martin replied, eyes on the floor. “Trust me, it is a straight road ahead. You may come across a well or a statue,” I said to him. Every tunnel in Crimson Valley also had that to its name. A statue or a well, either of them possessing a strong magical force. “Is that all I am to expect?” He asked.

The sound of heavy metal being slammed on the ground continuously filled the air as we got deeper and deeper into the outskirts of the time. The carriage came to a stop in front of a small opening that seemed like it led into a tunnel. Railway tracks converged from inside the tunnel, all the way outside. Leon got down from the carriage and extended his hand out to me. I took his hand as he helped me down from the carriage. A few workers trooped out of the tunnel, each of them carrying a bucket filled with small crystals. I squinted my eyes, but could not make out what they were. One of the men, who held nothing in his hand approached us.