oh, thank you very much indeed. Heres one:
The smoke of the many torches stung his eyes, the constant prodding in the back stung, the many scratches all over his body stung, his head throbbed, he was tired and cold.
He wondered if his companion, who was walking beside him and rubbing sweaty arms with him, felt the same.
“Keep moving, scum.” A voice mumbled with another prod. The frigid, stone walls were dripping with condensation, Puddles were not uncommon and the five pairs of feet splashed in these along with the rhythmic clomping of boots, and the padding of sneakers.
Doors passed at unfaltering intervals and the two prisoners fully expected screams and moans, and acrid air, not so. Although it was dark and cold there were fewer of the usual marks of a dungeon.
The procession halted. The leading guard turned and brought a ring of keys from his leather, molded cuirass, sorted through the keys for a moment, and roughly jutted an iron key into a nearby door’s key hole. He turned it with a slow clank and pressed himself against the wood to be rewarded with the door creaking open heavily. The guards in the rear took both ends of their spears and with the middle of the shaft shoved the captives into the cell.
The two, now in the cell, stood with their heads down, wet bangs and soiled clothes hanging limply on their slouched frames. The door stayed open for a moment then shut with the grunts of the soldiers on the other side. The despondent pair made no attempts for freedom and had no thoughts of such. At the moment, survival was the top priority, they envied the soldiers who were now walking, freely to a better place. Peter slumped to the wall and sat on the hay strewn floor, other than that there was nothing but the surrounding stone and the portal to freedom. Dan helped himself to a seat beside him, they were both exhausted from the chase.
“Man, this sucks.” Peter groaned as he shook his head slowly.
“No doubt.” Daniel replied.
“This… Sucks”
“For sure.” He shook his head.
“How… did this happen?”
“I’m not sure, man, but we’ll figure it out. Remember the time you caught the porch on fire and we actually managed to hide it?” They both laughed. “Just think of it kinda like that, we’ll just get one thing fixed after another.”
“It’s not that easy this time.”
“I know, but… but… oh, what the heck your right. We’re toast.”
“That’s for us to decide and these suckers to find out.” Peter laughed.
“Ha ha! Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about! I’m all for that.” Dan grinned into his sleeve as he wiped his nose on it.
“But in the mean time lets find something to do.”
“Well check it, my bro.” Daniel smiled as he brought out his I-pod. Peter’s eyes grew nearly large as the circle of buttons in the middle.
“Score! We just found ourselves a lifeline, Danny man!” He picked his head up off his knees. Dan tossed an ear bud onto Peter’s lap, who quickly plugged it into his ear, and pressed the play button. They listened a moment.
“The Beatles?”
“Yeah, man.”
“Cool.” The beginning words of “Let it Be” began. Dan kept it quite to conserve battery as well as there was nothing else to disrupt the music. The two sang along quietly in the dark.
When I find myself in times of trouble,
Mother Mary comes to me,
Speaking words of wisdom,
Let it be.
They smiled at the fittingness of the song and relief of thought other than the tune and lyrics.
it's pretty long and not at all polished but it was something that just came to me. also it may not make perfect sense because this would be in the middle of the book.
So make suggestions and every thing else that hits your fancy.
heh. wanna read some of mine?
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books, I 
books, I <3 books.
