Aeadar, a young boy in a highschool, in some

Aeadar, a young boy in a highschool, in some computer class was developing a story, when he noticed that it was in complete, so his idea was to have other people add to it, and so

hatred inside of himself wich made him want to crush a car or step on an ant. then he realised he was not alone and looked below him. there was a BIG ant I mean a big ant right at

the tip of his

shaft was dirty with mud and grass so he wiped it with a towel and then continued. He'd worked up quite a sweat and started

wondering how, since it wasn't like he had a job or anything. He took the towel and wiped his face and arms, then continued cleaning the shaft until

the shadows moved again. That far underground makes you intimate about darkness. It has degrees and shapes. He wondered what was beyond the drill bit, would the terrible

slime monster come lurching out from the rocks below, or would it just be another failed drill op? Electric lights buzzed around, it wasn't like the romantic days of lanterns and

light houses. I raised my maglight and shined it into the over-developed eyes of the deep one. "Can I see some ID?" The bulbous mass produced a water-proof passport. "Business or

pleasure?" Unfortunately, while routine, it was the wrong question to ask. With a ominous squelching noise several tentacles rose in the air, oozing slime. Things ended...messily.