Sunday, November 22, 2015

National Novel Writing Month: Day Twenty One - 35,021 Words

Grika turned on Betsy’s lights and Skeggi turned on her flashlight. They found themselves in a large underground chamber, barren except for rows of pillars. Grika crept forward, the roar of the engine reduce to a purr. But the sound bounced off the walls enough that anyone would think there was a fleet of buggies in the chamber. Skeggi shined her light around.

“Looks like there’s nothing here,” Skeggi said. “Odd. There’s not even anything down here.”

“Yeah. That’s strange,” Grika said, feeling hear heart beat a little faster. On the far side, there was a spiraling ramp going down.

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