Today on Microdosing our prompt MIST!
Write a story in 70 words!
Don’t forget to tag me if you follow along with the challenge.
It was a dark and stormy night. "Damn, that's too cliché."
The mists ate the whole village. "That's so stupid."
Henry's pen scratched out another line. The perfect opening is as elusive as a fog. He glanced at the mist swirling outside his window and felt it cloud his creativity.
"These fucking mists. "Henry tapped the pen on his lip in thought and took out a brand new page.
These fucking mists…
We’re so back.
Mists have been in my folder of prompts since I began writing Microdosing. The story itself kinda explains why it took so long to get it here.
“It’s Mist, “ the German boy exclaimed, as he opened the cellar door.
“Go on,” I demanded, “I could see the misty window before the cellar door was opened. A little water vapor is not going to hurt us.”
The student hesitated.
What was his problem?
“Out of the way.” I commanded. I rushed the door, and suddenly regretted my lack of German knowledge as I stepped in cow manure.
"Fucking mist!" Getting up at 3 am, walking uphill for three hours and getting soaked in the misty wheather was not fun for everyone. Tom was one of those people. "Just wait." I replied. After reaching the top of the hill, we only had to wait a few minutes. The fog cleared and the sun rose. This moment was absolutely worth all the effort. Tom let out quite "ahhh" next to me, but I was already on site taking pictures for my next (and hopefully paid for) article.