The innumerable dead swarm within the fog; grey within grey. Swirling tentacles of intangible loneliness and loss lick at the warmth and life that radiates from the home only to evaporate unsatisfied. A besieging army of ancient resentment. The dead loiter at the boundaries, hungering for a word or a touch that can never come.
From inside; a wail, a cry of grief freshly discovered. Movement ceases amongst the restless; a memory of breath held in anticipation. A newcomer joins them in terror; howling a soundless scream that gives no release.
The fog retreats; they retreat with it.
Word Count: 100 words
Genre: Dark Fiction
Hi folks – a cheery one for this week. Always happy to get Constructive Criticism so let me know what you think!
Thanks to Rochelle twice this week – as always for hosting and again for this time for the photo too.
Remember to check out the other stories too!
Cheers
KT
Uncertain Tales 
Dear KT,
Very descriptive and well written. The loneliness and desolation is tangible. Honestly I’m not sure exactly what’s going on, but you’ve set the stage for something broader I think.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Creepy! Very good. You’ve got me feeling sorry for the zombies/dead/souls within the fog.
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I agree your descriptions were very vivid and creepy. Well done.
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What a horrifying description of the moment of someone’s death. This is spine-chilling. I love the details in the opening paragraph: the loneliness, resentment, their longing for what is eternally out of reach. Wow.
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Thanks Margaret 🙂 I appreciate this.
Cheers
KT
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Not a fog I would want to touch!
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