THE MIST

THE MIST

The mist.
The fog.
The air is heavy.
Encircling me.
In its heavy cocoon.
It’s growing.
Searching.
For whom?
For me?
I must leave.
Right now.
It’s following me.
Reaching for me.
There’s no escape.
They’re here.

HELL ON EARTH

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HELL ON EARTH

The creature in the wall.

No hell on earth to hold it.

Wanting to be free.

“Come save me.

I beseech thee.”

It cries to me.

“Please come near.

No one to fear.”

It pleads to me.

What to do?

What can I do?

The creature from hell.

Who calls to me.

Reaches for me.

“I’m coming for you.”

I walk near.

Without fear.

But I was tricked.

I’m now in the wall.

With the creature from hell.

INTO THE WOODS

elinka: Olari Ionut

The trees are alive.

They are moving.

They are surrounding me.

Touching me with

their skinny arms.

Throwing leaves

in my face.

They are now circling me.

Their arms reaching

up to the sky.

Closing off the light.

Blocking the sun.

Why is this happening?

What did I do to deserve this?

Hey!

Stop touching me.

Stop pulling on me.

What’s that sound?

A high-pitched sound.

Oh.

That’s my alarm clock.

ATTACK OF THE TREES

</p> <p>The Dark Hedges (Northern Ireland) by Maximilian Pilz </p> <p>Let’s take a walk through the trees.<br /> The sun is still shining.<br /> We go deeper into the forest.<br /> The trees begin to bend over, little by little.<br /> How could this be happening?<br /> The limbs are reaching down to us,<br /> Trying to grab us.<br /> Like fingers, reaching for us.<br /> Let’s make a run for it. Now!<br />

The Dark Hedges (Northern Ireland) by Maximilian Pilz

Let’s take a walk through the trees.

The sun is still shining.

We go deeper into the forest.

The trees begin to bend over, little by little.

How could this be happening?

The limbs are reaching down to us,

Trying to grab us.

Like fingers, reaching for us.

Let’s make a run for it. Now!