As some of you know, I just got back from a road trip. While driving through the northern mountains of Ontario, Mr. Canuck and I experienced what I will call ‘The Mist’.
If you have seen the movie The Mist, or read Stephen King’s novel, you will have some idea of what I’m referring to.
Those that do not know – basically a thick mist comes down from the mountain in a little town after scientists open a portal to another world. Monsters come out of the portal and eat people, but it is basically a mind game because you hardly see anything due to the thick layer of grey mist.
So, back to my mist experience.
It was a clear day when we left the hotel and as we continued driving into the mountains the weather changed to overcast. It was when we had levelled out at the top of the mountain road that a wave of thick fog appeared. We couldn’t see the car in front of us, or the road lines beside us.
We slowed the car down and took our time, but for a moment I actually believed we had entered another world.
It was an eerie experience, but one that inspired me to come up with this writing prompt. 🙂
September 10, 2015 at 1:40 am
what are the rules for your writing prompt?
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September 10, 2015 at 2:17 am
My writing prompt is more for speaking an idea. Someone reads it and if they want to expand on the idea I have given then they can. I try not to put rules because that can limit the ability to free write.
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September 10, 2015 at 5:04 am
I’ve ended up in New York City’s Hell’s Kitchen, 1978. The mist descending upon the stairwell at the end of our “high” school’s fifth floor conceals Pumas and pumps alike — and, yeah, Mary Janes. (From somebody’s boombox, Rick James is shoutin’ out, “Do ya, do ya, do ya!…”) I just wanna find chem class, and not for the same reason pervy pothead Raffy L. does. He’s so short, he gets away with upskirting me between bells. *Ding-ding!* Great, now we’re all gonna be late for our classes. If only chem class wasn’t the only thing that was late … Oh, why oh why did I sneak into that disco and hustle to Evelyn “Champagne” King’s “I Don’t Know If It’s Right”? Gee, well, maybe it’ll be a girl. Either way, she or he — or s/he — will come bouncin’ outta me wit tha munchies. *Ding-ding-ding!* … *Poof*
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