Out Of The Fog Novels & Stories

On the street, a dense fog had risen. The dilapidated and desolate streets were indistinct amidst the swirls of thick white, and the hidden ruins, like a still painting, lay concealed in the unknown. Charlotte Devlin extended her hand, and even through the thick fog, her five slender fingers remained clearly visible. Not just her fingers, even as she glanced at the rearview mirror, the faded red frame was sharp. Only, when looking through the rearview mirror, half of the red car body was shrouded by the thick fog, and the black rear tires were completely lost in the white mist.

I consoles myself as a jungle appeared before me instead of the room I was in. I proceeded slowly until I came across a large stream with no way to cross it. I turned to go back to where I was coming from only to see a thick fog behind me. Now I knew the earthly expression of being placed between the deep sea and the devil. The water was an impossibility to cross and the fog… I knew better than to step into it. I have been warned on some maley occasions that fogs are bad. You never know what they were hiding and for the fact that this was a test, I was certain that they were definitely hiding something.

The next morning , I’m awakened by something dripping onto my cheek. I open my eyes to a world shrouded by thick, gray mist. Overnight, a dense fog bank has rolled in off the Pacific. I’ve seen plenty of morning fogs back in San Diego, but nothing to match this one. The damp curtain has reduced my world to a circle of fifteen to twenty feet. On one side of me, I can see Plush and Lights sleeping close beside each other, on the other I can make out Radar and Doc. The rest of my friends, a bit farther away, are just dark forms, almost unrecognizable. The nearest trees are shadowy columns whose upper reaches have been swallowed by the fog. I know we’re surrounded by Marines, but I can’t see any

Maliyla's POV As I opened my eyes, I saw nothing but white mist. I felt as if I had entered an entirely different world. Fog enveloped me, obscuring my vision of anything beyond a few feet. The air was damp and relaxed, with a mysterious stillness that sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had stumbled into a realm untouched by time, a place where secrets whispered in the mist and awaited discovery. Feeling my way through the fog, I walked forward but didn't seem to get anywhere.

Its power pulsed against my palm, a reassuring warmth that grounded me amidst the chaos. A cold, bone-chilling wind swept through the clearing, carrying with it a thick, acrid fog that stung my eyes and clogged my lungs. I coughed, waving a hand in front of my face, trying to clear the air. But the fog only thickened, wrapping around us like a suffocating shroud. From within the fog, I heard a sound—a low, mocking laugh that sent a shiver down my spine. “Ready or not, here I come,” the mastermind’s voice taunted, echoing from every direction at once.

sometimes i blink and i’m back on that desk with his hands on my hips and ink in my hair and his name tearing out of my throat, and sometimes the grey just swallows everything and leaves me alone with this stupid vial and the echo of my father’s voice telling me to finish what i started. the fog is thicker tonight, warm and close, brushing my bare skin like someone breathing on me, and i’m naked again, always naked here, no dress no armor no lies to hide behind, just me and the scars and this poison that won’t let me go. my heart is pounding too loud in my ears and i spin around looking for something anything a door a face a way out but there’s only grey pressing in from every side. “hello?”

Something in the air made her shiver, and it wasn’t the cool night breeze. Beside her, Roselia muttered, “It’s starting,” causing Arah to glance up. There it was—Drusden’s fog—spreading across the night sky. The lights flickered briefly before steadying again. Some people grumbled about their phones, which had suddenly died all at once. Arah could only guess that the energy from the fog was interfering with the devices. “Can people see the fog, Roselia?” she asked softly. “Unless we come right out and tell them, even if they look at it, they won’t see it.”