Mist Breathing 1st Form Novels & Stories

Mist and fog started to form around me, the view around me growing blurry and white every where. I start to panic, stepping back slowly when it all fades away. The last of a quick rush of water and that's that. I breathe heavy, my heart beat racing. I take a step forward and when I look back down at my feet , at my reflection again.. I see my mother. I gasp.

I try to nudge her awake but her eyes remain shut. Rubbing my temple, I wonder if I’ve seen wrong. Maybe I’m too tired to make any sense. I sigh. A puff of mist rolls off my nose. I stare dumbfoundedly for a moment before huffing once again. My breath turns into a white mist in the air. That’s when I realize the sudden drop of temperature around me.

Doesn't he recognize me? "I-I'm Je- I'm Red, Red Wright," I stutter and grab his hand to shake. "Nice to meet you," we both say to each other. It's a disaster to meet you. Again.

Her stepmother said she had been cursed, and her stepsisters see her as a freak and had managed to convince the school to think the same. Aramina agreed with them: she’d heard things she didn’t have any business hearing; people’s heartbeat, the flipping of paper, clicking of glass, platter of the rain and worse still, the slightest whispers. She saw the smallest of things, the rain before it got to the ground, the wrongly screwed nut, and the smallest of details. It was an exhausting life, one that caused her little or no sleep since she turned 11, consequently, the haggard way she often looked.

I asked her. Kiran shifted forward, and he leaned his elbows on his knees, as he clasped his hands together. “What’s wrong with the baby?” “She has AMC,” I answered him, my voice dull and flat. It felt so final to say it loud. “What the hell is AMC?” Kiran asked with a frown. “She has fused joints,” Adara said softly, and I nodded my head. “Fused joints?” Kiran repeated. “It means her joints are so fused together, she won’t be able to bend or straighten her limbs,” Adara said, with sadness in her eyes. “She’ll probably never walk.”

There, on the ice cold stone floor, a fair and frail frame of a young lady, laying down side ways on it, her silky blonde hair scattered on all different directions while some fine strands are sticking on her small jade like face while her eyes tightly closed, her lips bleeding continuesly because of the hard biting from her sharp teeth, her hands are placed on her chest where her heart is, pressing it hardly onto it. A pitiful and miserable view greeted their sights. Alarmed! They quickly get near her side and pick her up gently with trembling hands. Myst was drench in sweat and her skin seemingly become transparent. Her breathing become shallow and slow each time passing. They must do some

NIGHTMARES. A very bad or frightening dream. Anna was starting to lose count of the number of nightmares she’s been having since Josh’s death but whenever she woke up with one, clearing her head with a jog had been working well on her. She lets out a sigh as she turns sideways to stare at the mini alarm clock she had next to her bed. The time read 6:00 am and she hated the fact that she had to be awake at this early hour of the day.

I cry in pain as it claws its way up my legs. My vision begins to dim, and my head feels hazy. Lethargy makes my limbs. Sluggish, I try to shake off the feeling and strain to release myself from the mist’s hold. But I can feel the little bit of energy I have left wane. Giving it one last try, I manage to break from its hold and fall forward on my hands and knees before I rise clumsily. The heavy mist threateningly follows my clumsy footsteps. As quickly as I can, I turn back to where I think the apartment is and stagger home. I feel like I’m drunk as I stumble away from the mist. My feet feel heavy and weigh me down as if I’m wading through quicksand. I look back again in exhaustion, but the

He swallows hard as he grabs that last bit of strength and pulls on it as he tries to mist himself home. Lexon's vision is so blurry he can barely see the black mist as it begins to surround him while his mate screams out "No!" Lexon ignores that no and continues trying to mist away. His body sways before his face hits the floor. He lies there, trying to take a breath in, and hears the wheezing, gurgling sound as his lungs fill with blood. Unable to move or even turn his head, He feels tingles as someone flips him over. Shaky fingers lightly trace over his face as Lexon blinks, trying to look at him.