Creative Challenges: A Strange Fog.

Happy Monday! Or Tuesday, or whatever day it is for you. Today is Labour Day and for me that means no school today! I will be posting a few times today and will also be prewriting some awesome posts that you will receive sometime this week. If you are new to this weekly event, I suggest that you check out this link here to learn about the weekly event hosted by Cynthia Dawn and to see her take on the prompt.

Today’s prompt: Write about being stuck in a strange fog.

You can either write a story using the prompt based on a personal experience, or like I do, using a fictional character.

My Story:

Hello my name is Max Willis. All day I’ve been out with all my buddies like Jack and Kyle. First we went to Sweet Sally’s for some milkshakes. Sweet Sally’s has the best milkshakes in all of New Orleans. I ordered my usual Vanilla milkshake with Oreo crumbs sprinkled evenly on top. The bill ended up being a hefty 95 dollars because of the 10 people in our group. We also have quite the appetite so most of us had a burger and fries along with our milkshake. Once we left stuffed to the bone after paying, Jack suggested with travel a ways out to Jackson. I had never been there but knew that it was almost an hour away.

   All the guys got all riled up but I felt a shiver run up my spine. What would my mom think? If I didn’t make it back by dinner she would have a fit! It was only 3:40 according to my sweet Timex watch. Dinner wasn’t till 6:00 so we could get to Jackson and hang around for a while. I heard that there’s a donut shop called Dave’s Donuts that has the best donuts around. My friend Casson is 15 so he has his driving permit. He technically wasn’t supposed to have any friends with him yet while he’s driving but he’s quite the rule breaker. Which is why I don’t see why perfect Molly Kay is into him. Anyway, only 7 of us could fit in his old minivan so a few of us had to bike. I was one of them. I could feel my palms starting to sweat. I had no idea where Jackson was but I figured that I could just follow Casson and the boys.

   We started off at 4:05. I should have known that I was going to be very late to dinner. Of course, I was in the moment and not thinking about that. After 40 minutes of winding roads i realized that I couldn’t see Casson’s baby barf green minivan anymore. All around me a strange fog was wrapping me up in a inescapable blanket. I looked over my shoulder but I didn’t see Daniel or Leo behind me. I replayed the last time I saw them and the van. I facepalmed when I realized that I went straight, continuing on Red Fir Road while everyone else turned off onto Cascade Street. I would’ve noticed but I was too busy jamming and singing along to AC/DC and Queen.

      The fog continued to swirl around me. My head started to throb and my vision started to sway. I quickly pulled out my iPhone but there was no service. “Duh” I was in the middle of the dark and dangerous woods. My Timex watch flashed 5:30. I knew that I was lost and wasn’t going to be home in time for dinner. In the strange fog I started to see weird glowing shapes and knew that this wasn’t any ordinary fog. This fog was starting to lift me up out of my red bicycle seat. Who knew if I would ever see my friends again. Or my family. My body started to go numb and I started seeing weird colors flash before my eyes. My last thought was “I don’t know if I’ll ever get home” The world faded to black and I felt a strange feeling in my chest. I felt a hand grab my arm and I opened my mouth to scream. But nothing came out. I was stuck in a dark and silent world. I should’ve stayed home.

Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more!

~Makayla the Bookworm 😀



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