NOVEL NEXT Hiatus until October -29th
I'd hoped to get today updated, but in a completely expected and should have been planned for tide of events. I am extremely busy planning and packing for my trip to Paris [It's a family trip -not a vacation] Lots of stress and personal drama I would send Hyacinth chasing after to swallow if possible.
I'm sorry for the temporary delay, but it will be temporary and maybe I'll bang out a chapter or two on the long long flight
A funny to meet the word count.
Pack
Coins littered the floor of the labyrinth, one every few places. Ravenous greed forced the man to grab every shining golden circle and put them into his pack. It doesn't matter that he is trapped in here, going through the levels with nowhere to spend them. He just wished he was alone with his hunger.
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He skidded to a halt, despite a coin laying a short distance away, calling to him. He saw a glow and a ghost floated around the corner. It had been given away by the unearthly pink light surrounding it. There were four that followed him through the levels as he searched for the coins. They looked the same, glowing masses with giant angry eyes, each gave off their own shade of light.
Only the medallions that waited in the maze gave him the power to dispel them with a touch, and even then only a short time. Behind him, an orange glow alerted him that he might get trapped between the two. He was decided quickly, taking a blind turn, running on, forced to quickly scoop up any coins in his path. His pounding blood created a steady rhythm in his ears.
For two hundred and fifty-five floors he's gathered the coins and with his hunger for more. He wasn't going to stop now. Ten more coins for his pack and then he'd go up to the next level. He'd been chased, hounded, haunted at every turn. He picked up the last coin and put it into his pack.
Like with every final coin, he found himself on a new level. He gazed around and his mind broke. All the other mazes had been nearly identical. Here, reality warped and bent creating empty spaces and floating chunks, like someone had taken reality out and killed it. The ghosts were still here. He knew this was the end and he could go no further. He couldn't even remember his name, he was just a man hungry for coins to put into his pack. He was a pack man.