creative writing: February 2006

creative writing: February 2006The Cave of Time
You asked him for help of how to get out of here; luckily, he promised.offered his help. You walked through the tube with his guide. Suddenly, a beam from the sun glared on you through a hole. “What a joy it brings has brought to me!” said you excitedly. “Thank you so much. I deeply appreciate for your help.” “Not at all.”
You climbed out through the hole. The view you subsequently saw was a wood formed by bamboos. It seemed that nobody lived here, but it was so quiet that it felt a little strange. After walking along the path, you found a small house finally. “Coh, coh, coh...” (This sounds Chinese) You knocked the door but there was no answer. You tried to open the door, and curiously strangely, the door wasn’t locked. “Anybody here?” said you while walking into the house. The sounds of the piano were transmitting playing; that interested you to see what was happening. While being closer and closer to the room of the piano, you were hit powerfully and you bumped your head against the wall. You passed out.
One hour later, you were woken woke up and you’re roped on a chair. One man in black put a gun at your temple; the other one stood in front of you and asked you a question, “Who are you and why are you here?”
“I didn’t mean to come here. I got lost in this bamboos wood.” “Did you hear any sound?”
“That’s why I came in. I heard somebody play the piano.” “Sorry, you have to die. Shoot!”
“Bang!” You roused suddenly from sleep in the bathtub. It was just a dream.
Weirdly, a bullet from the gun was held in you left hand and the melody of the piano was still in you mind.head You were going to look them into to start your life of a detective.