Fiction: Return to the Pit of Death

[randomgirl666]

It takes less than a second for the ground to fall away beneath my feet. I manage to grab onto something - a branch or worn rope it would seem - but it’s too weak to hold my weight and I can already feel it starting to give. I don’t dare look down, but there’s no need to. I can hear them waking from their slumber, hissing, rattling and slithering

Comments

[loolaa]

Cool story, is this how you feel at work? Is this about a previous job? How you felt when you lost the job? It's really good.

[randomgirl666]

Thanks. It's a combination of things... how I felt when I lost my last job obviously. It was inspired by intense boredom last week. Things seem to slide backwards a bit when I'm unoccupied for a long time.