The fog is as thick as soup, and as grim as an overcast day with heavy rain laden clouds.
Peering through the spectacle, he could barely make out the skeletal trees in the dark forest.
Let alone his own hand.
A cold shiver caresses his spine, but he ignores it as he traipses his way through the fog filled forest.
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Creative Writing Passages Part Two
PoetryThese are ideas and creative words and writing that are only starting to come out. I hope everyone enjoys it and has a comment or two to say.
