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Date de parution
08 juillet 2021
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9781789826005
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English
The Depths
A Short Horror Story
Fear of the Unknown #1
Alex Myatt
Published in 2021 by
Nameless Tales
Digital edition converted and distributed by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
Copyright © 2021 Alex Myatt
The right of Alex Myatt to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No reproduction, copy or transmission of this publication may be made without express prior written permission. No paragraph of this publication may be reproduced, copied or transmitted except with express prior written permission or in accordance with the provisions of the Copyright Act 1956 (as amended). Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damage.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
The Depths
I
It was darker now ... darker than it had been a few moments ago – but not black .
A tremendous weight pushed against him from every side, cancelling itself out and causing him to remain still, his limbs limply yet slowly wading around him .
It put him in mind of a thick bog through which it seemed he was sinking . Like a feather suspended in the air, his body floated, unable to sense gravity’s force, failing to grasp any sense of direction and unveiling only one terrifying realisation . He was descending .
With his neck arched upwards and eyes strained to the side, he could just make out the dim light of the surface fading away and dispersing far above .
A faint stream of crimson rose upwards, seemingly borne from his torso . Blood, perhaps? Yet this thought didn’t trouble him like he knew it should . Instead, the capacity of his conscious mind was filled by something far more threatening; for beyond this splash of red, a vast plain, the darkest of blues, stretched out as far as he could see .
In the moments before this descent began, he vaguely remembered the icy sting of metal in his grip . He remembered swaying, slipping, panicking, all before a sharp burst of pain and the sensation of a quick plummet .
But all of this was hazy and the more he thought on it, the less clear it became . It mattered little now though . Even less so as the sheet of light-blue above him slowly gave way to the wide expanse of dark azure below .
He imagined what it must be like up there with the light, looking down on where he was now . Would anyone even be able to see him?
