The Magic Eight
An adventure.
We were a team, the eight of us.
None of us knew each other before we went through the caves that day. An earthquake in Georgia, who would have thought?
At first it was Sara. The screams we heard still haunt me. The sight of her being pulled away by something is unforgettable.
Then Steven. We found his body, but just the top half.
The rest of us were lucky. What’s in those caves can never be let out. It got me, at least my arm. Six of us made it.
We couldn’t have without working together.
The end…?
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Jason Ray Morton
Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.
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It would be great to see how this could be developed.
Gripping. (At least for Sara, the bottom half of Steven, & your arm.) One editorial note: I'm assuming you meant "top" rather than "to" in the line, "Then Steven. We found his body, but just the to half."