Stories tagged “fog”
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Fog of War
They were waiting for us. “Ambush, that’s original.”, thought Alberts. It’s dark; feels industrial in here. I look at the team. These are kids, not soldiers. Got more teeth than pubic hair. “Sir, I smell ambush.” I g...
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Eager
Dane walked into the cafe, ending his day the way it should have started. The whole day had been backwards, all wrong from the word go, and so utterly exhausting. He waited at the counter and stared blankly at the logo on the wall behind it, the name o...
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The Fisherman, The Writer
He reached into his bait box and pulled out a live worm. Placing it still-writhing onto his hook, he spoke. “I guess I’m a different type of fisherman. The way I see it, all the stories are already up there, and it’s my job to find th...
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The Mystery of the Missing Girl
Frank and Joe stopped at the mouth of the alley and looked down. The cracked cobblestones were damp from the moist fog. Frank hunched down and picked up a woman’s broken boot heal. ‘They went this way Joe,’ he whispered, pointing into...
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Back Down the Mountain
We were headed on our way down the foggy mountain road. It was one of those winding ones, the ones that you always read about in books. The kind that make you feel like they could go anywhere. For all we knew this road could take us anywhere. It was th...
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Moonrise
I hate fog. When fog rolls in, the nasties roll out and I always end up fighting with some reject from hell that wants either to kill me and eat me or mess me up so bad that my girlfriend will leave me for being too ugly. Tonight is one of those foggy ...
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The End of Lake Herman Road
At the end of Lake Herman road the salt marsh gave way to a water-bound repository for sea faring relics. The behemoths of metal and paint rested in stoic silence amidst the late afternoon fog, waiting for time to pass and fate to be meted out. Their e...
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Angel In The Mist
The fog was so thick Carrie had no choice. She pulled over to the side of the road and, after much debate, decided that the highway agency advised getting out of the car, rather than staying in it. She couldn’t really remember but given the choic...
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Savage Winter
The man was running desperately out of the woods through the knee-deep snow, stumbling and falling every few feet, heading toward the house. Darren grabbed his parka, slung it on, and ran out into the yard. The two met after several minutes of fighting...
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Etudes of Summer
“The fog is long passed. Why must you fret so?” Mary Whitham asked her question from the doorway, not daring to cross the threshold. Barnaby didn’t look at her but ceased from his reading and covered his weary eyes with his hand, R...
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Debating In The Mist
They stood in silence for a while after that. Carrie rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, wishing the fog would clear while the angel stood beside her, apparently quite comfortable with the silence. “Soo…” Carrie said. R...
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Drawing down the Mists
As the day drew on the mists came – seeming to creep out of the sewers and up the side streets from the canal and the river, like a moist, wet blanket, smelling of distant days at the sea, dank rotting things, and deep, hidden places. As the nigh...
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Running
I ran, dodging through the trees. I silently prayed that I wouldn’t slip on the snow that was floating down from the sky. I knew that if I fell, he would catch me. I finally escaped the forest, and stummbled into a wide stretch of grassy land. I ...
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Running 2
Then I realized that he could just follow my foot prints in the snow. I silently cursed. I had to continue running, even though I couldn’t. I knew that it would only be a matter of time before he found me. He was amazing. He was smart, funny, and...
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Running 3
Then I fell. Something had my foot. In fear, I started to struggle, only worsing the pain, and something dug into my ankle. That only scared me more. I reached down, and began to claw at what had my foot. Then I heard foot steps. I froze. A shadow cove...
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Houses Of The Holy
We slid into port last night on the tide, tying our ship up to a fog enshrouded dock where neither longshoreman nor streetwalker stirred. Aftweward, we slept the sleep of the dead; the storm we’d just ridden out having sapped the strength from ou...
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Waiting for Luke
Deirdre looked at her watch for what must have been the fiftieth time that night. Nine o’clock passed by, then nine fifteen and finally nine thirty… Her brow wrinkled even more with every passing minute. Luke’s train was thirty minute...
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An Ill Wind
The cool air that swept in from the sea was a refreshing change from the summer heat. It heralded the creeping fog that obscured the horizon and carried the acrid chemical smells of vinegar and smoke. Perched on the back of her bicycle, a young girl wa...
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To a Strange Land
The horses stopped suddenly. There it was the limit. The driver was wise. He knew not to test the limits of legend. “Ma’am, we’re at the outskirts of the empire, we need to request an audience before we can proceed” She nodded. ...
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Monochrome
The waterfront can be a deadly place. Sailors fresh onto land, fallen angels looking for a dollar or two, the desperate, the lonely and the murderous all come together in swirls of monochrome. Shadow and light work against each other when cool wet pea ...
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Taken: Memories of Absence
In a way that memory was definitive of all the time I spent at my father’s house. More than anything else, I remembered the lengths and breadths of his absences, often punctuated with strange gifts that I invariably lost or gave away. One such gi...
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One Way to Derail a Conversation
Sunset cast a rolling sea of smoke and smog in hellish oranges and yellows. Denton smiled, as he felt oddly at home. Errol disrupted the reverie, “Mind the cargo ship at 10:30. Looks like he aims to cut across.” The ship looked more like a ...