Fog.1
Only fog met the runner's searching, frantic gaze. Strangely, though he gasped for breath, he did so from anxiety. The expected hot tightness of the chest from so much exertion failed to make itself known. In fact, he felt healthier than ever before in his life, despite his nervousness. The surreality of the place had something to do with it. He was sure he was imagining things... but he felt somehow heavier than everything around him, like a rock dropped into a cloud. Even whatever was beneath his feet (he couldn't see, thanks to the ever-present mists) felt somehow insubstantial. Nonetheless, it supported his feet as if it were well-packed earth.2
There was nothing particularly threatening here, to the eye. But Martin knew he'd really stepped in it this time.3
He couldn't see the thing anymore, or hear it, but he could feel its attention on him.
Comments
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Has potential, I will come back nearer the end of the contest to read it when there is more of it. Nice start.
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Short, but cool!
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