**The air is thick, but I can’t stop moving now. I’ve already made it this far. But more importantly, I made a promise…**

The stones are piercing into my bare feet. I’m unsure of whether or not the water on my face is from the dewy air or the moisture leaving my body. Every now and then I step into the grass, hoping for a moment on relief. Each time, I am remided that the grass is worse than...

It had been there since my childhood. Everytime I visited my grandparents, I could barely keep myself from going that misty path, that my I was always restricted from going down on. I don‘t remember how often I bugged my grandparents to tell me everything about that little trail, that seemed to lead into the unknown.

Once, when I was ten i snuck out of the old house and tip-toed down the stony s...

Going and going I hear the sound of mist in the air above and footsteps continuing as I walk but realizing that I’m the main character of this mystery thing , Hey!!! You hear that ????? Omg hottie amarrican Guy !!!! Shut upppppp !!!!!!!!!! Oh heyyyyyyyyy , looken muscular man , how you get so sexy ??????...

Lucas’ nose twitched as he took a leisurely stroll down the misty path behind his farm.

As he took each nerve-wracking step, the concrete and stone beneath him crunched with the soles of his shoes giving them a face planting. All around him, the fields of autumn orange and brown grass could stretch for several kilometres, the only thing obscuring the view being forests with the leaves on their t...

I walked down this path by my house twice every day. In the morning after I wake up, at night before I go to bed. I have never lost this routine. This road felt like mine, like no one else knows it’s there. Which is strange because it’s really quite beautiful. Peaceful.

Autumn came and I slipped my favorite sweater over my head. It was 6am on a normal Sunday, and I was getting ready for my first ...

Keita frowned when her eyes registered the scene in front of her.

For context, Max had described a rocky waterfall, with gushing streams of water cracking against rocks. A glitterling blue dancing against a cold but inviting grey. Magical is what he called it; nothing short of the ineffable beauty of nature.

However, in front of her was auburn brown grass. Dead and cold and uninviting. The mis...

They’d agreed to meet by the creek at dusk, but Florence wasn’t sure she would make it in time. She couldn’t see more than a few yards in front of her and had already toppled over several roots and shrubs that sprouted at her feet. Brambles snagged at her clothes and skin, and trees looked ominously out of the fog and gloom. What little vision she had was clouded by her breath forming clouds befor...

I wasn’t breathing in that moment. I never was. The grass brushed on my bare legs, making me shiver. My lungs didn’t seem to want to work. I didn’t turn purple. I seemed perfectly fine. Just a girl in shorts and a shirt walking along a path. The wet stones made my boots slide and I nearly fell multiple times. I grip my oat bar packet and the crumbs fall onto the earth. The birds will enjoy that. M...

I have being walking for hours, and my legs hurts so bad, that I thinks they’re probably broken. But I’m not going to give up, now that I’m so close to reach the point end of this journey, I will finally meet my goal, my dream, my future. Great things comes out of great effort.

I’m Christian and this is my raute to be the greatest sorcerer in this world.

I’m almost at the path of death, life an...

[read Rewinding Time: Burning At The Stake (PT 1 & 2)]

As I continued to flee, the narrow village streets gave way to a dense forest, the canopy overhead blocking out most of the moonlight. The air grew cooler, and an eerie mist began to settle around me, swirling at my feet as I navigated the uneven, root-laden path.

My breaths were shallow, my mind racing with the urgency of my escape. Then, o...