Blinking in the Fog
Running. I’ve been running for the past few hours, trying to escape whatever it is that’s been chasing me. My entire body is bruised and beaten; I can’t see where I’m going. This damn fog is so thick that I can’t see even a few feet ahead of me. I blink. I see as much as I did when my eyes were closed. I’m in pain, my legs are hanging together by mere shreds, every branch smashing into my femurs, every thorn tearing into my flesh. My arms aren’t holding up any better, blood pouring out of every laceration.
I tripped over a root. Scrambling to my feet as fast as I possibly could, I shot a glance behind me, catching a glimpse of a half bloodied face bouncing towards me. Pure instinct took over, and I began to sprint, crashing into trees and stumbling over rocks. The fog stings into my eyes, making me tear up. It doesn’t matter, I can’t see for shit anyways. I staggered into an opening in the forest, the fog beginning to let up.
I see a large silhouette on the far side of the opening, distant first but quickly growing as it approaches me. I turn to run, but my legs give way on the first step. I plummet to the ground, watching as this malevolent being approaches me. I looked around, searching for something I could defend myself with. I spot a hollow log a few feet out of my reach, and I began to inch towards it, watching my pursuer grow ever closer. So close, I’ve almost got it. It’s almost at me… I have it! It leaped onto me, it’s large hairy legs pinning mine to the ground, its face, scarred and hideous, touched close to mine. I studied it’s features, it’s eyes sown together, it’s non-existent nose. It’s mouth, decorated with dried blood.
I summed up all the strength left in me, and swung the log. It connected with its head, knocking it off of me. It rolled over, its legs shriveled up. I used the log to support myself, and slowly got to my feet. I looked at the creature, a mangled human head on a large spider abdomen. I looked away quickly, fearing I would go insane if I looked at it too long. I took a deep sigh of relief, closing my eyes in the process. It was all over… I was finally safe.
I opened my eyes, instantly wishing I hadn’t. There were hundreds of the things, surrounding me, slowly closing in on their prey. They all leaped at once. I blinked, for the last time, not wanting to watch my fate close in on me.
What is this? it’s part of the NEW PROJECT: 100 Stories- 100 Days – Send your suggestions for stories by submitting a title and genre and I’ll write it!
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Awesome Miro! I am SUPER impressed at your story telling skills! Keep up the great work 🙂
I am honoured you chose a title of mine, and made is so much better!