#fog
The word was fog. misjudging the time. my own fault. the sun, lowering in the distance, spills bright red across the earth.
The Fog
Those that remain navigate the fog with gas masks, looking for ways to survive... but what else lurks in the darkness? what does the fog hide?
Hunting Death- Town of Death
Something in the fog was killing them.
Ariving at Nowhere Hotel
The swilling fog twist my vision, the door seems to lean off to the left then twist back to the right. a hand rest on the wood as i wait for my eyes to focus.
Fogged Lust
He was starting to understand, though the mist did its best to hide itself away from him. the spell hadn't been placed only on the bandits; it was a bit of stray magic that covered the entire area, showing itself only in the form of mist.
Like a fog
#1 of poems poem i wrote during a dark time like a fog in the dark, forgotten street where time, like a fog, curls 'round one's feet and the slow hum of people begins to fade i present to myself my own accolade most likely to pray to the stars above
Moonlit in Fog
I seem to be safe from the fog and death, but some things still hurt. i do not wish to scare it. it suddenly pauses, i hover above uncertainly. abruptly, it looks up and sees me watching it.
A Secret In the Fog
You fucking moron, joey went into the mist and was killed, that demon saw us but stayed in the mist, why didn't he kill us when we looked right at him?"
Dark Fog
The fog left behind a gaping hole to his heart. the serpent closed its mouth and peered down at the organ. a....r... the serpent inclined his head and stuck it in his chest. its forked tongue tasted his heart. at...r...
Fogged Up Glass
My paranoia of being found out, dashes away as my body begins to tighten around him, the windows of his car, are all fogged up from our hot, passionate breaths. i shut my eyes as i climax, we are both yelling, but not in anger, in love.
Commission: City Fog
Sunlight filtered through dark clouds but was obscured by the thick mess of fog. among the fog, a figure walked wearing a tattered cloak and heavy leather.
Her Ghost in the Fog
-her ghost in the fog, cradle of filth- as a psychic pokemon i possess the ability to glance into the future, to look past the fogs that hide what is yet to come and glimpse brief flashes of destiny unfurling.