Into the Tunnel - Meg H (best fiction books to read txt) 📗

There he was. My young brother giving me evil glares. Not just any normal flare, but the kind that could make a grown man tinkle his tights. I walk over, suggesting a warm chicken nugget I'd had in my pocket since last Christmas. He let out a robust snort and everything went black.

I looked around, expecting to be dead, but all I saw was a dark, slimy, and somewhat hairy tunnel with a tiny light at the end. I ran to the light and stopped, for what I saw was our tiny family room, complete with our TV the size of a baby squirrels acorn. I was not dead, I was in my brother's nostrel.

I stumbled through the slimy tunnel within my brother's nostrel. I slip and fall landing in a disgusting pool of slime. I pretend the huge welt on my side is a sandwich, and I'm automatically cheerful. Now thinking of my delicious sandwich, I hurry on my journey not stopping no matter how whistley my brother's nose is becoming.

About 21.258648 minutes into his nose I hear an odd growling noise. I look around and see a pair of yellow eyes, that are scaring the muffins out my bellybutton. The growling is becoming louder. The creature emerges and seems to be a mix between a teacup and a lobster. I run as fast as I can and I jump into a corner. That is where I met Seth Simmerhyge.

Seth Simmerhyge was a muddy young lad. His hair was covered in toaster rust and his belly looked like he swallowed a watermelon whole. His legs were as hairy as the muskrat hiding under my bed, and his left hand had a familiar taste. Like Grandma's shortbread cookies. He said with a New Jersey accent, "Eh! How you doin' girllll?!" All I could say was, "nehhhh..." with a quivering voice. For then I remembered Seth had been my brother's best friend in kindergarten, who had myseriously dissappeared.

He told me his story with a breath taking voice. "All I can remember is Greg telling my had had a special talent. I heard a whiff, and everything went black...I've been in this place for 3 years now." He then offered me a warm banana he found in his armpit. I took it graciously, for I had been asking for one every year on my birthday for 8 years. Seth offered to help get me out of this place, so we started on our journey.

We went into the nose farther and emerged into the mouth. All I remember is feeling slimy tastebuds and seeing Seth hug them like they were his children. I continued on down the esophogus when Seth grabbed me and said to stop. We were jumping out the mouth. He walked me to the opening and pushed me out wishing a goodbye and saying he was comforatable with staying.

I never heard from Seth again, but I assume he is alright. Everything is back to normal, but I will never forget my amazing journey through the nostrel of my brother...

Publication Date: 10-24-2011

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