SpineOut : February - March 2017
Short Stories A RAINBOW OF TRAGEDY McDougal’s Cave was both a mysterious adventure and a horrifying beast in the eyes of the St Petersburg townspeople. Town folk before had become too engrossed in the twists and turns of the aphotic labyrinth, promising treasures or secrets, before it had trapped them in its inky tendrils and led them to their untimely deaths. Black was the absence of colour, the absence of warmth. To lnjun Joe, it was the unforgiving colour of the cave. The mouth of the cave opened wide, with a hill leading up to it like a tongue, ready to swallow its next victim. At the entrance of the cave was a monstrous oak door, stretching its mahogany frame from the ceiling to the damp floor. Brown was the colour of the hearth, the colour of warmth. To lnjun Joe, it was the colour of his last beacon of hope. The inside was merciless and freezing, sending chills down the cowardly spines of most. No feller in his right mind would dare venture into the cave unaccompanied. To be frank, McDougal’s Cave was the perfect place for secrecy, and unbeknownst to the crowds that had once filtered through, a certain criminal lurked inside. lnjun Joe whistled as he walked, footsteps muffled by the damp and uneven floor of the cave. He approached the enormous doors, which opened to the outside, assuming they were unlocked just as when he came in. He grinned to himself. He was truly a mastermind among criminals! He sure was clever to think of hiding a wonderful fortune in the depths of McDougal’s Cave where no one would ever find it! So clever to deceive the doltish people of the town by disguising himself as a deaf and dumb Spaniard! Surely there was no end to his many triumphs! Yellow was the colour of happiness, the colour of light. To lnjun Joe, it was the colour of his gleaming, golden treasure. Chuffed with the thought of this treasure, he pushed on the door gently but it did not swing open. He cussed and a terrifying dread washed over the half-breed, like a wave in the ocean threatening to drown him. Denying the possibility, he pushed the door again, this time with force, but alas it did not budge. Mariska, Year 10 Mercy College Mackay Qld Mariska was asked to create a short story from the perspective of a marginalised charactor from her class novel, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain.
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