New "Into the Rift" chapter

by , Sunday April 2, 2017

He gasped as his head arose.  The scent of rot filled his lungs, the taste of it lingered on his tongue.  He waited for the slime to drip down his face and then opened his eyes, finding the waves crashing together, endlessly and in all directions.  He saw no walls, only a sky glowing eerily blue and an ocean of blood and shit.  Everywhere he looked he saw the shadowy threads; tubes writhing in the distance, plunging in and out of the water.

He took the foul air in – along with a healthy drink of the reeking mire – just as another wave came crashing over him.  

Gagging, he was dragged under once more.  

Please check out my latest chapter to "Into the Rift".  I look forward to any comments you may have.

Thanks,

J.C. Bell

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