Tagged Underworld

Keeper Of The Bridge

The river runs true through the wild upland scenery. A harsh winter beauty in this sleeping woodland glade. Colours subdued like the day, with water tumbling over broken stones like a thousand broken hearts. A cold lonely place, broken stones and broken hearts. Generations laboured long to claim the precious ore, scarred untidy spoil heaps are all that remain. The only other thing hereabouts. The keeper of the bridge. He hides, waiting, watching deep within the shadows evil on his mind. Travellers pass unaware of his cold, wicked stare. Patiently year on year waiting. One day he laughs and breathes his foul,…

The Underpass

The cab driver didn’t know exactly where the young couple wanted to be and was a little suspicious at first. Well dressed, clean, clearly just in on one of the many trains from the south and they want a taxi to the roadside in the post-industrial wilderness south of the city. They seemed nice kids so he went with his instinct and took them. “What exactly is it you’re looking for kids there’s nothing in that part of town. It’s just a wasteland,” said the cab driver. “There’s something new we’ve heard about on the internet we’re going to try,”…