Been meaning to this for forever, but I keep stopping halfway through.
~Light~
Dark. Silent. Calm. Peaceful. As noisy and obnoxious dwarves seemed in society, they liked their space and their peace. The sweet smell of fertile earth, of the mineral-rich dirt. He breathed in. Serenity. Heaven. Heaven and serenity.
An almighty crash.
It echoes through the layers of the earth, rippling like disturbed water. Waves breaking out from the source and amplifying. His eyes flew open. Panic.
The mines.
They're caving.
Run, run, as fast as he could. Burrowing, digging, fleeing. The dark surrounded him. The familiar, safe dark was no longer his haven.
The tremors echoed frighteningly. The dirt was loosening above him as he tunnelled, desperately seeking to be free of the pressure of the world upon his head.
Weight that would fall and crush him, just like that. Just like that.
He sought what he usually dreaded, the bright sunlight, where no ceiling threatened to collapse upon his head.
Less pressure. Less distance, then. Close. Close.
Almost there.
Light, light, light. He could feel the ground warming, a result of the sun bathing upon it.
Run, run, run, as fast as you can.
Yet it caught him, for he was no gingerbread man.
Reviews, anyone? I love them…
Rushedly written.