```The Story of a Writer```

VIII

Dear readers,

Harvard and Tiffany paced down the dark and damp passage, with only their breathings and footsteps as their companion. The walkway was very narrow that it could only fit one person at a time. The semicircular shaping of the passage was built with a low top that would only allow a small kid to walk in full height. Harvard and Tiffany bent forwards as the walked, careful not to hit anything with their head. They walked with their hands stretched out on the walls for guidance.

They finally came to a split. There were three ways: left, right and front. They were advised to go left from the path with water. The front passage was watery, the right was windy, and the left one was stuffy. They turned left as the voice had advised them to do so, without much contemplation. The air in the tiny passage seemed like it was insufficient for the both of them. They took short and quick breaths to make sure they got enough air. Once in a while they would hear the flapping of wings or the screeching of nails on walls. As quiet as they could, they hastened their progress. Then they came into an end.

“It said that it is not a dead end… but…” Harvard stared blankly at the concrete wall in front of him.

The air here was surprisingly refreshing. Both of them were breathing normally again as the air filled their lungs. An unknown source of light lit the place with an eerie dim light that flickers from time to time, as if threatening to whip away any moment.

“Maybe you got the wrong message… or –”

Tiffany was silenced by a loud sneeze that came from the other side of the wall. A strong gust of wind began traversing through the walls around her. Tiffany became excited; she had always wanted to see something fascinating. She placed her trembling hands on the wall. Heavy footsteps were heard approaching the wall from the other side.

Then, she stretched her hands softly out of the walls. I was right, thought Tiffany. Her hands reached something she knew she must pull through the wall. Women intuition… She grabbed hard on whatever-it-was as she pulled it through the wall. She felt resistance, but her excitement made her gather whatever strength she had in her, and with all she could muster, she pulled. Harvard was shocked to see two heads coming through the other side of the wall.
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