Tried and True

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He adjusted his rope and lifted his foot as he took another step. He looked up with confidence that there would be something spectacular. Something no human has ever seen before. He traveled through the fog not knowing what was in front of him. His hands griped the rock as he pulled himself higher and higher. He could feel it getting colder. His lips turned cobalt blue and his skin grew moutanous goosebumps. He could feel the hair on his back start to stand as he went further. His eyes widened as he almost reached the top. All of a sudden his foot slipped. It was so cold he could no longer feel his legs. He felt paralyzed as he dangled from the cliff. He felt his hands start to sweat as his palms grasped the sharp brown rock. The rock pierced through his hand and he screamed as he hung onto the cliff with all his might. Then he remembered what everyone said. Everyone told him he could never do it. They told him it was impossible and that nobody had ever been beyond the cloud. He was determined to prove them wrong. He took a deep breath and kept climbing. He used his hands to carry his legs up further and further. It was so cold now that his skin was a blueish color. But he didnt stop. He was just a couple feet away from getting to the top. Slowly, he lifted himself to the top to discover what no human had ever discovered before. As he hit the top the fog was still surrounding him. He was blinded by the fog, each step would be a mystery. A risk. He took a step onto the top and held his hands out, hoping that he would touch whatever was ontop. He could see his own breath come out and then fade along the fog. It was quiet, he could no longer hear the tides crashing against the cliff. He was higher then heaven at that moment. He took another step, still nothing. He took another, still nothing. Unable to feel his toes, he took one last step. He lifted his hand slowly as he started to hear something. He stood there wondering where the sound was coming from. It started out as a wisper. He bent down to his knees and he could hear the sound getting louder. He opened his hand and reached below him. He couldnt see anything but he felt something other than the cliff. It was solid and felt like glass. He tried to scratch the glass, hoping that he could break it. His nails scratched against the floor like nails on a chalkboard. Then he felt a handle. His heart was beating faster and faster as he grasped the handle in his hands. With all of the might he had left, he pulled on the handle. The door squeaked open and thumped to the other side. He reached his hand inside. The wispers were getting louder as his hand went deeper inside the mysterious tunnel. All of a sudden his handfelt something. His hands were still frozen so he couldnt figure out what it was. It felt squishy to him, and boney. And then it pulled him down into the tunnel.