Haze Creative Writing

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Rolling shades of deep purple, bright orange, and subtle gray blaze in the sky above me, while the miniscule pebbles beneath me crunch as I trot along. In the faded gloaming, my eyes can distinguish a far away glitter that shoos a thrill through my body. That's it. That's my goal, I think to myself. Suddenly, a dark shape materializes in front of me. Danger. That's what lies ahead, before I can reach that gleam which is my goal. I must pass through it. At first, my feet move steadily through what I now recognize as a huge, towering forest. I can just barely catch a glimpse of that far-away twinkle through the trees. As long as I can see it... as long as it doesn't disappear... as long as my feet don't stray from the path.... All at once my feet halt on the path I was following, as a thick mist swiftly enshrouds me. And the glimmer fades, so fast that I am left in utter darkness. …show more content…

Do I turn around, and lose any chance of obtaining that now unseen glitter? Maybe if I stay where I stand, and don't move, then I will be safe. I realize that for some reason, the haze is not quite so thick nearer the ground, there is a miniscule flicker of dim light. I sit down. But when I do, I wished I hadn't. A tiny creature, no more than ten inches tall, materializes out of the mist. It has a slender, almost girl-like form, with pale white skin and contrasting vivid blue-black hair. What sends waves of terror down my back is, when it lifts its face to meet mine, I observe that its eyes are pure black orbs. The Thing is coming closer, lifting its emaciated hand; the horrid creature plans to touch me! I shriek and try to scoot what I hope is backwards, but in the choking cloak of darkness, I can't make sense of direction. And without warning, the Thing is there, and its hand grips mine. I shiver from its death cold touch. Because of its touch, I'm chilled to the bone, frozen to the

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