A short story based on this prompt:
The walls are dry, dusty and cobbled with webs. My hands shake as I shove the torch to make a way through. How could such a large space not be noticed from the outside? The next step slopes down. More steps, darker and deeper, the moisture increasing in the air and on the walls.
A door. I push it open with my foot, torch at the ready. The smell is earthy, rich. I scan the small room. Rotting boxes, crates and bottles. I pick one up, dust off the label.
Holy shit, this is the good stuff.
I think I stuck to the rules … but that’s not a guarantee. The story has to be short, cos I’m working on the final edit stage of a new story (novel, couldn’t keep it short enough for the novella).
Cage Dunn - Fibber, Fabricator, Teller-of-Tall-Tales 
A nice find deep down in the wine cellar!
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Dilemma: drink or sell?
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DRINK!!!
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-grin- vintage wine is always a treasure!
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Haha, great find! Much better than the sleeping vampire I was expecting.:-)
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The dilemma is whether to drink or sell – what would you do?
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Sell. Drinking isn’t as fun as when I was younger.
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I’d probably do that, too.
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Score!!
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