Creative Writing: The Crystal Cave

There was once a little boy and he loved minerals. One day he and his parents went to a mineral cave. The child didn't know it – but they actually owned the cave. That day he got to help his parents work the cave. At the end of the day, when they went to bed, his parents thought of a great thing to do the next day.

The next day they went back to the cave. The other day they didn't open the cave but that day they did. They let a lot of groups in. It took a long time to get them all organized. They went through the caves. There were little crawl spaces they went in. It was amazing in the cave. They went deeper than they went the other day. He got to see some of the most amazing and biggest crystals in the world.


Anonymous said...

man... really changes my perspective on hemingway.


Anonymous said...

I see a geologist soul. There are no seductive geological songs in American folklore, as far as I know.
Good thing that he does not know any Russian!