My feet ached, but it was well worth it. I was close to finding the lost city of the Incans. I had walked through endless jungle paths, forgotten by the human nation. But i had come to a semi-clearing. There were immense boulders, at least half the size of a skyscraper back home in New York. I pulled vines and ivy off a strange looking stone, to find a wonder: an opening. I ventured down, flashlight searching the earthy walls. Suddenly, i felt a hand clamp over my mouth. They dragged me to the ground and pushed a filthy rag over my mouth. "Chloroform." was my last thought before everything went black.


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Gone Awry over 13 years ago

Really! Well, i`ll have to write a sequel then, won`t i.

ChrissDalenKlaastad over 13 years ago

This is about the fourth one of yours I've read for which I desperately need to know what happens next!

Gone Awry (joined over 13 years ago)

I have been many places, seen many things, been many things as well, but what I shall never stop being, is a writer, a traveler of dreams and the human soul. My name is none of your concern. Call me anything or nothing; I may not answer to anything, or answer to everything.

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My feet ached, but it was well worth it.
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