WeWriWa – 8 lines from “Mist Mad”

This 8-10 sentence blog hop is hosted by The Weekend Writing Warriors. Click the link if you’d like to join.

This is from “Mist Mad” a short story set in the world of the Everwood.  A single landmass the size of Asia sits in the center of a vast ocean.  At it’s center, covering several hundred thousand square miles, is a temperate rain forest, trees as tall as sky scrappers, budding up to a central mountain range stretching fifteen miles high.

Miles from the shoreline, surrounding the land on all sides, is the Mist, a wall of gray fog.  No man or woman to enter has ever escaped with their sanity.  That is, if they manage to escape.

 

The body flopped over.  I stifled a scream, and leapt backward.  My foot slipped, and sent me sprawling, smacking my backside on the wet rocks.  I found myself staring into gray eyes.  Eyes that stared back.   

Mist Madness; the fate of a sailor that strayed too close to the White Mist and breathed the poisoned fog in.  I imagined the panic of the other sailors.  A person struck with Mist Madness would do all they could to turn other sailors, sabotage the ship and sail it straight into the fog. 

The body, I could not tell if it was man or woman, twitched.  The mouth opened, and let out a strangled sound. 

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