Weave your words to tell a story. Share your words in our comment area below.


Weave your words to tell a story. Share your words in our comment area below.

Fog from the marsh rolled across the road.
“I’ve heard rumours about strange things happening along this stretch.”
“Like what?”
“That, maybe?”
She pointed as a hazy, indistinct “something?” “someone?” floated through the fog and onto the road.
It was over in a second.
This is a wonderful story. So many directions it could travel.
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