A Stroll Through An Ancient Ruin
A Short Fiction — Choose your own adventure story
This is a choose your own adventure story. If you haven’t read any other parts start with part 1 here.
I walk through the Archway into the tunnel shining my light out onto the walls around me.
They are truly ancient, but clearly man-made, they look to be made from really large blocks of stone, there are small gaps where the uneven blocks don’t quite fit together the way that machine-made bricks do, and there’s moss clinging to most of them. In some spots there are stalactites hanging from the ceiling with stalagmites growing beneath them, or a puddle instead sometimes.
“Hello?” I yell into the ruins.
I only hear my own voice reverb back at me.
That’s not surprising, it’s not like I expected that there is still a lost and forgotten civilisation of people living in the ruins below the ski slopes.
Although I wasn’t expecting that there would be a set of ruins at all neverminded ones this big.
On the far side of the tunnel, there are…
more tunnels.
I pick which one to walk through first believing that I can always come back, and on the far side I find a great open area, in which I…
