cave - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
We rest, cocooned in the body of the earth, feeling the rock beneath our feet. In the darkness I feel my blood return to a comfortable warmth, my eyes as calm as they are in my nightly dreams. Water runs ever so cooly from the cave opening down fissures, feeding springs in other places. And in those moments without the noise or distractions of the world, in that pristine peace, I am me. Whatever waits out there, whatever we face, I'm ready.
It was a cave mouth of impenetrable blackness, as I stepped in I watched my shadow dissolve into the surrounding darkness. It was dank and the only sound was the dripping water.
The cavern wormed its way half a mile into the mountain. It's general shape was ovoid, the walls below the ridge smoothly curved to the floor, the walls above arched another hundred feet up to giant stalactites and the bat roosts.
Small, loose stones littered the floor causing her to trip as she got closer to the rock face. She shone the beam of her torch ahead and a cave came into view, the entrance was so small she almost missed it. The cave was built into the muddy brown rock of the cliff, the stone guarding the entrance was jagged and uneven, arranged in such a way, that it would be difficult for passers by to spot. Inside the beam of her torch was enveloped and lost in the blackness, Catlin had to move around by following the damp wall of the cave with her hands. All of a sudden, flaming torches sparked to life, lighting up the tunnel ahead and bathing the entire cavern in a flickering orange glow.
The stalagmites of Armand are a rather unusual variety - they appear to be made of rounded, irregular, hollow cones, which are concave upwards.
The boy led us up a trail that had been created by many footprints. It was obscured by bushes and fallen rocks and sloped high into the valley. The path halted and a cave appeared. Ivy wound round the cave and concealed the entrance that was a jagged opening. Inside was dim although being lit by two small fires in the corner of the cave. In the centre was a small roasting pot and in the far corner there was a small woven mat made with dried grass. In the gloom a hunch figure lurked.
To enter the cave was to become engulfed in chilling blackness. The absence of light meant the absence of its warming touch. Underfoot the loose stones shifted, twisting her ankle one way and then the other, and the noise of those disturbed rocks echoed off the dense stone walls. Ahead was the sound of water dripping into water. But without even a match to cast light into the black there was no way to tell how deep it was or if her next step would take her into it's frigid depths. As afraid as she was she believed this a good place to lay low. The rock would hide her body heat from the thermal scanners in the drones and she'd made her way to the mouth by walking in the edge of the lacy tide water, there would be no scent for the bio-sniffers to follow either.
In the cave the only sound that met my straining ears was my own echoing footsteps. I reached out my hand to feel my way and couldn't even see it in front of my face. I stumbled blindly into a forest of stalactites and stalagmites, falling on the unforgiving rocky floor.
As we explored further into the cave, we came across frigid pools of stagnant water. When we dived into them we found underwater channels to other caves. As we swam in the darkness, feeling the rough cold rock walls, I began to panic. Would I find my way out before my oxygen tank emptied?
Maisy would describe the darkness of the cave as the total and utter absence of light. It would be no darker were your eyeballs removed from your head.
Once in the cave my helmet light died a few inches from my face, as if it too was scared to enter the rocky entrance in the mountainside.
Light, day, sun, even the moon holds no sway or meaning in a place where time stands still until we exit. Rebirth was my first thought as the sun warmed my face. Curiosity commands my actions; "What is just ahead, just around that boulder, how far does this go?" beckons me into the unknown void. I look back the way I came trying to burn the image of my salvation in my soul. It is silent in here. It foreshadows my future home once my soul leaves this frail body. I lie here upon ageless stone listening to the growing formations. The anxiety ends when the entrance light is seen.
These are the words of SpartanCaver and are not for publication.