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I push, I pull, I dig my nails in, anything to make the solid wall move in any way. I had to get out of this eternal fog. Shadows pressed in close, but I couldn't tell if they were urging me on or trying to stop me.
I began to hear some sort of anguished wail. I hadn't realized how silent the fog had been until that noise began. It took several moments before I realized it came from me.
I felt the wall. It seemed to connect with the floor and continue farther out and up than I could reach. It was smooth and yet had no temperature. I sat and leaned my back against it and let tears envelop me.
After several minutes or hours, it was hard to gauge time, it began to warm, then grew hot. I scrambled up to my feet and noticed a warm glow in the fog, turning gray to reddish. Heat began to overwhelm and I was forced to retreat. The light grew brighter, orange to yellow, then white hot.
The sound I heard now was not from me. It rumbled and whooshed. Hot wind knocked me to my knees. Then the world exploded.
Comments (4 so far!)
Average reader rating 5.00/5
Have you seen the movie Mr. Nobody? Wait have i asked you this before?
- #1872 Posted 2 years ago
I saw the trailer..."I'm not afraid of dying. I'm afraid I haven't lived enough." He lives many lives and loves many times. The heart is capable of so much. Nothing ever fits inside a box. I probably will like this movie.
- #1878 Posted 2 years ago
This also is highly relatable. Also you're a wonderful writer!
- #1901 Posted 2 years ago
- 5 out of 5
Aww, slapdash, you are sweet!
- #1906 Posted 2 years ago
Inspired by (sequel to):
In the fog, shapes are unclear. Shadows move in and out of wisps of gray; darker spaces undulate clo…Fog
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