Thursday, October 15, 2020
Lydia Lukidis & Kaitlyn Sanchez, hosts of the Fall Writing Frenzy prompted writers to flip their original story. Here's my entry turned upside down for my original submission entitled Where The White Awaits.
The Ground Cloud Creature
Foggy mornings are a gift, allowing me freedom to explore the woods, obscured by the thickness of heaven’s mist. If the veil thins you’ll see me, but don’t let our eyes meet.
This place is full of wonder, such beauty and mystique. I discover something new on every visit. Must be the work of the weird ones who walk upright on two feet. We mistook their smiles as peaceful, now we live in hiding until nature dictates our return.
The orange, red, and yellow leaves are my favorite of all. I see their hues up close as branches crack below my feet. They adorn against my white coat like flowers against Chantilly lace. What a marvelous sight to behold.
Loud roars in the distance make me nervous, and so I run in the maze seeking a place to hide, ending up on a dull, hard surface. Somehow the noise is closer and I’m blinded by bright lights. An F sharp sound forces me to halt. A whirring sound draws me in and I tip toe towards it, where two eyes greet me behind a glass barrier, wide and full of fear. It is the two-legged one I do not trust.
Thursday, October 1, 2020
Where the White Awaits
I despise travelling this lonely road. Fearful there is truth to the myth of what lurks in the fog below. They say it’s the breath of spirits singing that bring death, and if you look closely, creatures float in the thick of it.
I close my eyes when we descend into its entrance. The golden leaves hover above, welcoming us into the abyss of its secret. The fallen cloud veils thinly against the windows, then suddenly turns opaque. The car slows down and my body tenses. My eyes shut tight from fear.
Secretly I want to open them and search for one of the mystical beasts suspended in its wrath, but I‘m too afraid of what the mist may reveal to me. Afraid if I allow what lurks in its density to stare into my eyes, it will attach to my soul, and become a part of me.
“Hurry, hurry,” I silently whisper from the backseat, but our speed remains the same until the tires squeal atop the sunken surface. Bam! My eyes open as my mom screams and we halt. “What was that?” I ask. She exhales deeply, turns around towards me and whispers, “It’s outside your window.”
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