The Microcosm Portal

By Harrison Thoreau

Samuel, a man without memory, awakens in a room with no entry or exit. Waste, a monster of unimaginable power, awaits the return of an unknown enemy from his past. As the two draw closer to one another, their confrontation becomes inevitable.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Harrison Thoreau
• Release date: May 24, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465814982

Harrison Thoreau

Lifelong horror enthusiast with a deep interest in the subjects of quantum physics and surrealism. Aside from writing, also produces electronic / experimental music under the name "The Impulse One", available for listening & free download at reverbnation.com

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The Microcosm Portal

Harrison Thoreau

Copyright 2011 Harrison Thoreau

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Chapter One

Samuel woke up drowning.

He half coughed, half vomited water from his lungs, gasping for air.

Water?

Here?

There's no way out.

He leapt to his feet. There was no way out. He was frozen in place, unable to respond to what was happening before him. He blinked, but remained otherwise motionless. Nerves sensed water climbing up his shins. A moment later the water was past Samuel's knees, continuing up his thighs. He silently observed droplets of water collecting on the convex wall in front of him; they raced down its surface in streams, adding to the pool in the bowl of the room. The water was now above his waist. Bubbles erupted against the wall before him. He broke from his trance and half ran, half swam to the source.

There.

An opening in the wall just wide enough for him to fit the width of his fingers. A rush of warm air from the other side caressed his skin and beckoned to him.

It's a door. A way out.

The water continued to rise and he could no longer keep his head above the surface without kicking to swim. His arms struggled to be longer, but distance between him and the door was widening. He gasped for air and swam back to it, desperately trying to force the opening to be wider. Soon he found himself fighting against a sudden, and rapidly strengthening current. He tried to hold on by wedging his hand in the gap, but in vain. The current ripped him away from the wall and spun him in circles.

After several attempts to