The Fog Novels & Stories

April stood in the middle of a road surrounded by trees. It was dark, but the moon was shining and shimmering bright. The area was covered in thick fog that she was unable to see clearly. April didn't even know how she got here. Where was she? How on earth did she get to this place? She was about to panic when she caught the glimpse of an old woman standing afar. The thick fog made it difficult for her to see through but she felt the old woman standing afar looked really familiar.

While I’m looking for William’s ship, I notice an eerie fog beginning to form over top of the water a few yards away from us in the direction we are headed. Hmm, that’s strange. The sky is clear and yet there is fog gathering in the distance. I think to myself. “Hey guys, take a look at this.” I call out to my friends. They all come up to the helm and one-by-one they look through my spyglass at the fog that is getting thicker and closer to us. “I don’t understand. How is this happening?” Lizzie asks. “I don’t know dude; I’m just as confused as you guys are.” I reply.

Millicent came out of the cafe and joined us in the car. We spent the rest of the day arranging my new clothes in my closet. " Clover can I ask a question? please don't get mad" Doe said " sure ask away" I replied " umm what have you been doing all these years as a rogue?" She asked. " Uh nothing really just normal rogue stuff like running from rogue packs, stealing from rogue packs and normal packs, hunting wildlife, avoiding humans and travelling from one place to another" I shrugged.

] "Hmm... now that you mention it... the wind is a bit heavy here, and that gray fog in the city was quite ominous..." [Gray fog?] "The city was covered in it from afar..." [Ah, you mean the smog?] "‘Smog'? What is this 'smog'? [Pollution combined with fog.] "Oh... isn't that... bad?" [Welcome to the capital.]

The air temperature had fallen considerably, and condensation was helping to form a vaporous mist which clung close to the ground, finely blurring the houses and bushes, the maples and elms. Katie Franklin walked the small Illinois town, enshrouded in fog, eating vending machine Junior Mints from the motel as she went. The heels of her knee-high boots clocked against the pavement. Every so often she’d tip the box and pop a few more chocolate mints into her mouth. Twice she saw a police patrol car moving slowly by, twice she retreated from sight. She ran her fingers through her hair, wondering what she thought she was doing out here.

Best to do this as low key as possible. They could see the faint shadows of towering, tall trees side by side in the woods. All the critters are asleep and there were no sounds of angry drivers racing down the nearby highway, or shouts of children playing. The faint howling of the wind sounded like ghosts swarming the city on Halloween. Soon, Jacob and his friends were leading them into the woods and Isabella shivered. Samson sensed it and he put an arm around her waist. "I shouldn't have listened to you" he whispered. "You should have stayed at home"

He’s smiles at me, but I think I see a worried look in his eyes. “Hi,” I say. There’s something about the fog that makes me want to speak quietly as well. “I have to ask—can you see through this stuff?” Kai shakes his head. “No. I can see Radar over there, but that’s about it. We have fog on my world, but nothing like this.” “I’ve never seen it this thick, either,” I tell him. “But I think this part of California is more known for its fog than San Diego.”

I reached for his hand instinctively, feeling the warmth of his skin grounding me. Althea, Sophie, Fatima, and Chris followed closely behind as we hurried toward the town's exit. But as we neared the main road leading out, a dense fog rolled in from nowhere, thick and unnatural. My breath hitched as the path ahead of us blurred into nothingness. "What the hell?" Chris muttered, stepping ahead cautiously. He reached out a hand to push through the fog, but the moment his fingers touched it, a pulse of energy knocked him back onto the cobblestone street.

Chris and Elliott are whispering about something and Ilsa’s further out, keeping watch like she doesn’t trust the shadows. I blink once and they’re gone. Fog curls in between the trees like it’s alive. Thick, silver-gray, coiling low and fast. It moves with purpose. Between my legs, over my boots, wrapping around my thighs. The kind of fog that doesn’t feel wet but clings. Like breath. Like fingers. “Scarlett?” I call out, but there’s no answer. I spin in a circle, eyes straining to see. The fog thickens. The trees stretch taller. The light dies faster than it should.

The black fog is not touching me, it keeps on moving out of my way, only giving me two meters of sight all around me. It feels like the eyes are the gof though.