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Article rating : 0.00, 0 votes. Author : Dennis Siluk
Chapter Two
Sunlight
Within a few hours the occurrences of the creature were forgotten news, and Patten and Deppit, pushed their way along the stream in the canyon. They had buried Fitzgerald in the soil along side the tree the creature had lived in. Ah, cold it may seem, but it was the deal they had all made, prior to the trip: should one die along the way, if there is time to bury them so be it, if not, the mission was to write down all they saw, and move down and along the canyon walls, in this case, along he edge of the riverbank, that was—. Somehow they knew it had to end up at the other end of the extremely long and winding canyon.
The jungle was thick, although sunlight had creped in, and when the two men got a chance they grabbed a moment of the sun to regain some energy. The water of the river was cool and pure; it seemed to be likened to a healthy herb for their bodies, in that it refreshed the glow to them.
Large ants, as big a large mans thumb moved diligently to and fro, hundreds of them. Their was no name for this canyon so he called it “Lost Canyon,” simply put for this grotesque island in the middle of the pacific, somewhere beyond Easter Island.
—On the third day, they had discovered, that is to say, encountered three types of common creatures.
Chapter Three
The Creature
The creature passed by with no hinder-some pattern and what went through the mind of Patten was to shoot it, but paused to examine it, he was confused, and the creature at the moment showed no aggressive behavior.
After the think had passed, both took a deep breath, hence, releasing hat they were holding inside of their lungs.
“Get me out of here,” cried Patten, the place was starting to get to him.
“No,” said Deppit, “…it’s too late; we got to search and if we can survey this whole canyon for future posterity,” this whole canyon that crossed this small island, no mans island, the island without a name, a canyon that was from the predawn age.
“What was it?” asked Patten.
“A creature with long ears, so long it looked like he could have used them for a mattress to sleep on, or perhaps to fly with. That’s what I saw; an eerie thing wasn’t?” Patten didn’t respond.
Patten thought about the creature for a moment, saying: “Perhaps it is the legendary creature spotted off the west coast of the United States in 1642, some long eared freak.
Chapter Four
Life Forms
“Can this creature fly?” asked Deppit.
“No,” Patten commented, adding”…not to my knowledge; it was human perhaps or at least partly. Conceivably a this thing has a ting of animal and ghost in him, or demon, who knows, he is as strange a form of life, as strange as anything else we’ve seen thus far in this lost canyon, on this lost and hidden island. I kind of wish Fitzgerald was still around; he made things a bit more worthwhile.
“No,” said, Deppit, “it wasn’t any kind of animal; it had a human face on it. It looked at me as if …it just creped on by, pitiful looking creature with dark eyes, and long fingernails, naked as a jaybird.
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