Microdosing Fiction - 70mg of Mists
Write 70 words based on the words: MISTS
I’m absolutely overwhelmed with work, we’re launchig a new Kickstarter campaign (I work for a board gaming studio) and there’s a lot to do before it launches. So I’m sharing another of my older stories. I think this one is relatable to y’all writers :)
If you were interested in that you can check out what I’m working on over here! It’s two puzzle games, which are absolutely beautiful, and they’re gamer and non-gamer friendly!
Our prompt for today is Mists
Write a story in 70 words!
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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 was 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…
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Angela’s mother opened the door and stood aghast.
“Angela, what did you do,” she asked, pointing to a gigantic puddle.
“Oh that,” replied Angela. “The mists of time parted. Papa stepped through to talk to me.”
“Angela,” replied her exasperated mother.”You shouldn’t lie.”
“I’m not lying. He gave me this,” pulling out her mother’s wedding ring.
“That was buried with him,” her mother said before she fainted dead away.
The best selling author lived in a nursing home now, his mind lost to Alzheimer's. But today he awoke with his mind remarkably clear, full of a wonderful story. He didn't know if it was imaginary or real, but he hastened to write it down. An aide came to bring him to breakfast, but he waved her away. He needed to finish his work before the mists of dementia returned.