Hollow Earth Special Forces, Forbidden World: Hollow Earth Special Forces, #1

By John Pirillo

Billions died in the first few minutes!

 

There is life after death.

And there is life death after death.

 

But the life that comes after the death of so many…is a death too far!

 

It came like a demon in the night and struck our entire planet.

 

The Eiffel Tower crumpled.

 

Big Ben was shattered.

 

The Taj Mahal shook down to its roots.

 

The sky scrapes of New York and Chicago tumbled like dominoes in a row.

 

Earthquakes shook the entire planet as if it were struck by a gigantic asteroid.

 

Tsunamis rose hundreds of feet into the air and smashed all the coastal cities.

 

Billions died.

 

And that was only in the first few minutes it happened.

 

What came after that was worse!

 

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• Language: English
• Publisher: John Pirillo
• Release date: Apr 22, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201130978

John Pirillo

The author was born in Washington, Pennsylvannia. He loves animals and birds. Has two pet cockatiels that keep him company while he writes. He has a lovely daughter and a rascally grandson. He is rich in friends that matter and well adjusted to a life of challenges. He writes and draws every day. He loves anything science fiction, fantasy or extremely well written. Same goes for movies and TV. Not married currently, but has an eye and ear open to possibilities. :)

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Dedicated to the brave men and women of our armed force who guard our country and protect the weak from those who would harm them, even if it means giving their own life to do so.

No braver soul could there ever be.

The Battle beneath the World

The huge Dino leaned forward. It had felt something moving. It opened its jaws in anticipation of a meal. Revealed rows of sword-long, sharp teeth. Its yellowed eyes searched the dark cavern for its prey, even though they could see nothing.

Its ears and skin were doing the real searching. Listening for the slightest of sounds. Feeling for the lightest of vibratios.

All the creatures below the Earth were mostly blind, except for the few that lived near the brighter, volcanic areas.

It let out a snort, the equivalent of a dinosaur sigh, then turned about to leave.

Two men, crouched in hiding behind a shelter of tall spiraling layers of pointy stone, felt a huge wave of relief as the monster stomped off.

They waited until they could no longer hear its footfalls, then relaxed.

Can’t get no worse, Rush sighed, dropping his weary body onto the soft sand bank of a narrow water stream they had been following for the last two days. But at that moment even hard rocks would have been welcome. This time they had barely escaped the beast.

They had chosen to follow the water, even though potentially dangerous, hoping that it would lead to a

way out of their predicament.

Says who? Everett commented in his usual almost comical overly exaggerated British accent. It was the only way he had to get Rush out of his droop. The poor man had been despondent the last two days.

Both had been through so much lately that it felt like the world about them was shrinking and they would soon be squashed like bugs.

My damned big toe!

Rush wiggled it.

It stuck out of his right, make-shift shoe he had created with the help of dried moss and bug squash.  He grinned. Cute little guy, don’t you think?

No, I do not think. Look, Rush, I know you are going out of your blinking mind. No one, not even a person with a foot fetish could come out with such nonsense!

Rush sighed, then looked aside at his friend. If he looked half as bad...and he did...as Everett, then he would never get a date again.

He broke into laughter.

What’s so funny? Everett asked, suspecting it was at his expense.

I was just imagining what it would be like on a date the way we look now.

It is kind of hard to imagine, isn’t it? Everett asked. He chuckled. You look like an emaciated version of Barney Rubble from the old Flintstones cartoons and I...

Look like a very, very thin Wiley Coyote minus the explosives.

Rush laughed. He tapped the heavy rock club he had made. But I got a club at least.

And that’s the closest you are getting to a date.

Rush crossed himself. Amen to that. When I finally meet a woman again, I pray to God I am back top, and not down here.

Everett chuckled again. Look on the bright side of it...

A loud grinding sound froze Everett’s comment. He tensed and reached for his spear of stone.

Rush grabbed his club.

They both sighed. Rose painfully to their feet.

Which direction do we run now? Everett asked, his voice rough, leaking the fatigue he felt.

Any direction that is the opposite of where that Dino’s growl came from.

They turn to go in that direction. A new corridor leads out of the main cavern they are in now...and hopefully the Dinos.

A roof of delicate hanging calcium spikes greets their vision. Fortunately, the water flows that way too.

Off?

Rush does not reply, he grunts and begins hobbling as fast as he can towards the new offshoot from their current cavern.

The Dino that had chased them roars so loud, that the roof of the cavern shakes.

It was hiding! Everett cries out in dismay.

Hurry! Rush urges. Nothing is what it seems in this damned place.

Everett grabs Rush to stop him.

Hey!

You could thank me for saving your life! Everett chides his friend.

Then Rush sees why Everett stopped him.

Shit!

Agreed, Everett comments. As you just said...

Nothing is what it seems in this damned place! They both say at the same time.

Ahead of them, In the new direction, peers four smaller Dinos, their razor-sharp teeth wet with drools of hunger.

Which way then?

Everett points upward.

Rush groans. That’s how I got the tear in my shoe last time.

The growl of the larger Dino behind them sounds closer.

The four smaller ones begin creeping forward, crouching low, readying themselves to leap in the air with their sharp toenails and claws to rend Rush and Everett’s guts out.

Shit! Rush moans and then begins climbing the wall to his right.

This time don’t fall! Everett urges, climbing next to him.

This time don’t stab me in the butt with that damned spear of yours as you climb.

The four smaller Dinos rushed to snatch at the two men. But Rush and Everett are already too high and out of their reach, but then the huge Dino came into view, now they were no longer safe.

Don’t say it, Everett groans.

We are so screwed! Everett and Russ say at the same time.

Worlds within Worlds

There are worlds within worlds.

The visible world upon which we live is ours.

The forbidden world that exists beneath miles of earth and rock is theirs.

There have rumors and fantasies about a realm beneath us.

One, very famous author, James Michener, even claimed in his famous book that it was high in the Himalyas...Shangra-La. Other authors have named the forbidden world the Hollow Earth and spread confusion and fantasies about its existence.

I remember seeing many of those fantasies and rumors in various Facebook groups when there was the internet.

Some wise men have named the forbidden world the Realms of Agartha, where the enlightened rule in peace and harmony.

But what if both authors and the wise were wrong? What if the inside of our planet is much, much more than even the great Jules Verne imagined?

What if the surface of our world rests high above another realm of living beings, deep inside our planet?  A

forbidden world!

Both worlds are populated by intelligent beings...the surface above and the world below.

Both realms of life have the free will that God gave them to make mistakes and learn from them.

Both worlds have individuals who have risen above the limited viewpoints of the masses to strive to educate and enlighten their fellow beings.

Both have failed at various points in time to do the right thing for all of humanity. Both have succeeded at points in time in doing what is right.

But one thing that has not changed over time is that a few powerful men, like Hitler during World War Two, and later Putin, butchered tens of thousands of innocent men, women, and children during his attempt to annex Ukraine just to have bragging rights.

Too many powerful leaders who cared for nothing but power, and fortune.

They believed violence, whether to nature or humanity is just another way of achieving their goals.

They