The One With The Metaphorical Tunnel Novels & Stories

My tight grip on the knife flattered a little as I froze at her words. Tunnels. Blood drained from my face, leaving me a pale mess of tangled nerves. Tunnels. No. No. No. “Secret tunnels.” I thought out loud. ***

It came free with a screech of metal. Beneath the grate, a dark tunnel sloped downward with water rippling along the ground. Vincent was the first to jump in, landing in a crouch. “Let’s go,” he urged. Camela followed, feeling the cold water bite at her legs as she lowered herself in. The tunnel was so narrow that she had to bend forward to fit. The Keeper's voice echoed from above them. “There’s no light at the end of the tunnel.” Vincent smirked up at him. “Perfect. That means you can’t come after us.”

With each step, he fought against his trembling legs, pushing himself forward, his determination overriding the fear that threatened to engulf him. Finally, he reached the entrance of the tunnel, a glimmer of hope flickering within him. The tunnel represented his path to freedom, his ticket out of this life of torment. His pulse quickened as he stepped inside, the walls closing in around him, but he held on to the belief that there was light at the end of this dark passage. However, as he approached the end of the tunnel, a chilling sensation gripped his heart. A shadowy figure emerged, casting an ominous presence that froze Azure in his tracks. Panic surged through him, his mind racing for

“We don’t wait. We keep moving. We learn to build faster than they can burn.” The wind carried her words across the rooftops, through the waking city. Garden Metro had survived yet another night. But deep beneath the cobblestones, in the tunnels where the water whispered and the echoes never faded, a single mark glowed faintly on the wall — a black sun drawn in fresh paint.

A rush of cold air escaped from inside. Darkness. Silence. Dust. The tunnel stretched hundreds of feet beneath the mountain. Emergency lights flickered faintly along the walls. Alexander whispered, “This place feels haunted.” Nobody disagreed. Their footsteps echoed endlessly. Every sound seemed unnaturally loud. Aurora’s heartbeat pounded in her ears. At the end of the tunnel… Another door waited. Smaller. Circular. Titanium. Its center glowed blue. A biometric scanner. Victor stepped aside. “It’s yours.”

I might be immune to fire, but I was sure as hell not immune to death by being crushed. 'Take a couple of steps back and think that you are digging a hole in the ground. It should be diagonal, like a slide, with the lower end about twelve feet below the ground level. Image all the soil coming out. Imagine a path being created. A path that is wide enough for a lot of people to walk out of easily. Imagine me walking out of that tunnel to you.' 'It's done, Nikolai. I see a stone wall.' I fucking loved this woman. 'Good girl.' I smiled. 'Now take out only one stone.'

Theodore laughed nervously. "So, what is the main reason for you bringing me here then?" Joseph asked. "You see, these yellow dandelions represent hope, love, and happiness. And since this is our third data, it's finally time for you to decide about me and about us," Theodore sounded nervous, "And I wanted you to ell your decision with your whole heart. Just like these yellow dandelions mean hope, love, and happiness, in the same way, I've brought you here with the hope of our love blooming and us leading into a path full of happiness. Though sometimes our path might be filled with thorns, with all my might, I will destroy them. I just want a sign of yes from you, angel, and I'll show you ho

He approached the spot and then fight his hand through the hole and it immediately widened open as the debris blocking it opened. “a big hole in the walls of a hole. No, that’s not right… .” he observed the widened hole carefully and then said out loud . “it’s a tunnel.” There was a tunnel on one side of the walls of the pit he had fallen into. The tunnel was about a square metre wide and he did not know how far it went, since it was really dark when he looked inside. It looked like it had been dug by hand or some crude tool, since the tunnel was without finesse.

Alex Toby grunts with effort as we move the patch in place. It’s nothing more than a sheet of steel to frame one of the smaller tunnel entrances in the lab, creating an archway leading down into the glacial, blue-tinged darkness below. “Shit!” Toby huffs.

Agatha insisted, placing her camera on me. "Another biking race with a naughty sore loser. Guess who… Charlie." "That's enough for one night." I said, putting on my red gloves, straightening my jacket with a final stare at my outstanding looks. Why hasn't that Omega tried selling my jacket already? The thought crossed my mind. Deep down, I just wished he would do that quick. Then maybe this Charlie's mad eyes would stop living rent-free in my head. "It's time." Agatha giggled. I took my helmet and arrived at the tunnel. I just wished Charlie would cancel. The weather had gotten fucking cold, and for a girl, I could just imagine.