Brad's Short Story

James Bonder and the Temple of Doom

“Come on!” yelled James Bonder to Sally Bonder. “We’re almost to the gate of the Temple of Doom.”

“I’m sorry,” said Sally. “I’m just really tired from the long hike up the Mountain of Terror!”

James opened the door and there was a spiral staircase. James looked down into the deep, dark blackness.

“Ladies first?” he said.

“Hmmpf!” said Sally, as she walked down the staircase.

Suddenly, the stairs gave way and Sally fell down, down, down, screaming all the way.

“I’m coming, Sally!” said James. He ran down the staircase, avoiding the holes Sally had made. When he reached the bottom, there was one hallway. At the end, there was a door. James took one step forward and the floor beneath him sank.

Suddenly, there was a loud rumbling sound. Gigantic spinning saws began coming out of the walls, as the ceiling came closer.

“I’m coming, Sally!” said James, as he dodged and weaved his way through the rapidly rotating saws.

Finally, there was one thing standing between him and the door. It was a 15,000 feet deep pit. You can expect that James would use his whip here, yet the pit was only three inches wide. So he stepped over and opened the door.

There he found Sally, sitting on a pile of gold worth $1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000. Then he saw a lever. He pulled the lever and the floor started to rise. Faster and faster it went, until James and Sally could not keep their eyes open. They squeezed their eyes closed.

The next thing they knew there was a bright flash of light. They opened their eyes and they were right next to their truck, along with all that gold. So they drove back to Nashville, where they gave the gold to Cash for Gold and got one dollar.

They said, “We thought this would be worth more than that.”

The Cash for Gold guy said, “Haven’t you heard? The economy’s horrible. Where have you been all these years, the Temple of Doom?”