He stood there, alone, meters below the surface, turned almost entirely into stone in a massive cave. Well, he was not entirely alone. While the echoing cave might be devoid of any living being aside from him, it was filled with stone statues of the victims that had come before him. They served as a grim reminder of the fate that awaited him, and yet, he could not help but still feel hope in his heart. He had been loved for all of his life, knew so many people. Surely at least one of them would come looking for him? Surely there was still a chance of rescue?
Eventually that hope, much like the rest of his mind, turned to stone.
A/N: I drew some inspiration for this one from a storyline from a (free!) text-based browser game called Fallen London, which I can really recommend for anyone who enjoys similar creepy story subjects. And I can promise the writing in that game is exquisite!
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
