Foggy Island

Short story I wrote for a school project.

"The waves slap on the rocks as if to warn us where the water and the shore meet so we didn't get too close, although this was sometimes masked and confused with the sound of footsteps as a person ran around trying to either get away from the catcher or catch the runner. Hiding behind a bush trying not to breathe heavily, allowing myself a chance to quiet down and listen and feel. The dew drops hanging in the air steadily, creating a beautiful veil that hangs over the dark landscape, the solid dirt beneath my feet slowly starting to soften and turn to mud with every dew drop that descends slowly, and hangs low enough to cling to the grass. The occasional firefly bouncing along joyously, illuminating small areas as if they were trying to help light the way around me and cut through the fog if only slightly. "