The Associated Content Cave Collective

In obsure caves, our fact filled heroine discovers the lifestyle of Associated Content writers is filled with play, love, heroism, and high drama. In the twist ending, she realizes sharing of knowledge has more power and suspense than she had imagined.


The crackling sound coming from within the hollows of the rock formations was what first captured my attention. I had thought I had traveled far enough away from human civilization that I would be alone for awhile. The hair on the back of my head stood up with the crackling sound, and though I was hesitant, I couldn’t help but want to see who was inside the Pens.  I had been told they were called that by the few people who knew where they were because the Native Americans had kept their horses in the formations like stables, next to the more cave like formations where they had lived themselves, hiding out from the white man.  I could tell there was a well-used path to the formations, even fresh tire tracks, and perhaps a car hidden around the corner. I got out of my own grease car and took a chance.  I went inside.

I at first heard shuffling, saw lights inside in the distance, coming from around a bend, and what I thought was the sound of a bird, or a young child. Then, the light seemed to be blown out. It was a large candle, apparently, and smoke trailed through the caves. The child’s voice was muffled suddenly, as by a hand, and there was stillness. “Hello? Hello?” I called.