Hall of Infinite Doors
He was in the middle of a powerful stroke when he felt a snap. He felt his right paddle give way and looked down at it with dread. His right paddle had broken with all the force. It was an old paddle, and therefore moldy and weakened by the ages.
John grabbed his left paddle and used it to alternate sides with, and continued to race away from the monkey. As a result, the boat made small meandering motions through the water. He could see the end now. He could see the beach. If only I could get to it, he thought. The monkey surely can't get through that hallway. That's why the must have put it there, he concluded.
John's hands seemed to leap from side to side with the paddle. Now with one less paddle, the monkey was gaining on John. John felt a cold shiver run down his spine as the second of his paddles broke. Without thinking, he jumped overboard. It was the only thing he could do.
He felt the shock of the cold in full. The water seemed to surround his very bones. He started to swim in the direction of the beach. He looked back and saw the monkey, lift the boat out of the water, and snap it in two at the realization he was no longer in it. John swam until he found he could touch the bottom.
He stood up, and walked slowly from the water, leaving the monkey inside the passage. Dripping, he exited through the door he had earlier kicked down. He ran his hands through his hair, ridding it of a great amount of moisture. He peeked back at the monkey. It was on the beach, and heading towards him. He ran a little ways down the hallway. Suddenly the doorway exploded inwards and the blue monkey squeezed himself through.
John turned and ran. He ran as fast as he could, and barely noticed the nails and boards that cut and bruised him. Going sideways was too slow. At one point, his shoulder, now completely red with blood, caught on a nail, and he had to wrestle himself free from it. He cleared the nails and boards, and fell to his knees.
John grabbed his left paddle and used it to alternate sides with, and continued to race away from the monkey. As a result, the boat made small meandering motions through the water. He could see the end now. He could see the beach. If only I could get to it, he thought. The monkey surely can't get through that hallway. That's why the must have put it there, he concluded.
John's hands seemed to leap from side to side with the paddle. Now with one less paddle, the monkey was gaining on John. John felt a cold shiver run down his spine as the second of his paddles broke. Without thinking, he jumped overboard. It was the only thing he could do.
He felt the shock of the cold in full. The water seemed to surround his very bones. He started to swim in the direction of the beach. He looked back and saw the monkey, lift the boat out of the water, and snap it in two at the realization he was no longer in it. John swam until he found he could touch the bottom.
He stood up, and walked slowly from the water, leaving the monkey inside the passage. Dripping, he exited through the door he had earlier kicked down. He ran his hands through his hair, ridding it of a great amount of moisture. He peeked back at the monkey. It was on the beach, and heading towards him. He ran a little ways down the hallway. Suddenly the doorway exploded inwards and the blue monkey squeezed himself through.
John turned and ran. He ran as fast as he could, and barely noticed the nails and boards that cut and bruised him. Going sideways was too slow. At one point, his shoulder, now completely red with blood, caught on a nail, and he had to wrestle himself free from it. He cleared the nails and boards, and fell to his knees.