My Short Stories

The Black Mist

        So this is my 30th short story on here. I have writen more then 30 in my writing life. But this is just 30 of those. So please enjoy.

        The black mist. That was all that was there. There was nothing. Of course, thats what everyone thought. But of course there were things there. There was people. People that had food, water and cloth. They didn't need anyone. But no one inside of this town know that there was anything but there little town. All the thought was there was more mist. No one went out and no one went in. Everyone who did leave never came back to tell the tale.

        Well intell one boy.

        This boy was normal. He had brown hair and red eyes. He had a crush on a girl. He was 14 years old and was in 8th grade. A normal boy with a normal family. His mother had long blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. She was very loving. 

        The boys father had short brown hair and red eyes and looked like his son. He was rough and was a hardcore criststan.

        His sister was a year older then him. She looked a lot like her mother. She had short blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. She was a very hateful person. When she was very young she was pysicly bullied. It was so bad that they had to move.

        This was all that happened. Or thats what everyone thought. 

        Thank you for reading. Now this may turn into longer story if you want it to or if I think that it will make a good one. But thank you for reading.