Short Stories

Descriptive Writing - Lost

Like a blacksmith, the waves hammered and raged relentlessly against the cliffs. Just above them was a small opening to a cave which, when inside, you could only hear the sound of your own lonely footfalls. The overpowering stench of dead crabs lingered after the the gulls' latest meal; you could almost taste the sickening smell because it was so intense. When you wandered further into the dark cave, stumbling, - towards the rough back wall - you found that the air around you started to feel chokingly close. Beating hearts did slow and airways did constrict until they ceased to move forever.
For nobody has ever reached the end of this hostile place. If they did, they would see the secrets of sea serpents and traumatic tales too terrible to be told.
The waves are crashing. The sea always raging.
Where crustaceans' rotten flesh is superficial, all is not what it seems...