Fog Stories

Rok 1380 W Virelle nie ma już świtu ani zmierzchu w sensie, który pozwalałby miastu zachować dawny rytm. Dni nie zaczynają się już jednoznacznie, a noc nie przynosi wyraźnego końca aktywności. Miasto funkcjonuje w stanie zawieszenia, w którym porządek opiera się bardziej na przyzwyczajeniu niż na rzeczywistych sygnałach czasu. W centrum władzy znajduje się postać, wokół której skupiają się wszystkie decyzje, choć sam system nie działa już w sposób jednoznaczny i przewidywalny. Od momentu jej przybycia kolejne elementy administracji zaczynają działać w sposób nieciągły - nie poprzez jawne zmiany, lecz przez stopniowe zaburzenia procedur, komunikacji i reakcji instytucji. Zdarzają się sytuacje, w których elementy systemu przestają działać zgodnie z oczekiwaniem: brak odpowiedzi na oficjalne wezwania, opuszczone posterunki, niepełne raporty lub zachowania, których nie da się jednoznacznie wyjaśnić. Nie są to wydarzenia spektakularne, lecz drobne przesunięcia, które stopniowo zmieniają sposób funkcjonowania miasta. W archiwach i księgach pozostaje zapis tego, co było, ale dostęp do tych informacji staje się coraz bardziej ograniczony. Nie jest to jawny zakaz - raczej stopniowe utrudnienie, które sprawia, że przeszłość przestaje być praktycznie użyteczna dla bieżących decyzji. Ktoś, kto przychodzi do Virelle w poszukiwaniu jasnych odpowiedzi, szybko odkrywa, że system nie oferuje już jednoznacznych wyjaśnień. Zamiast tego pozostają obserwacje, nieciągłości i sytuacje, które trzeba interpretować bez gwarancji, że prowadzą do jednego, spójnego wniosku. Okładkę wykonała: @idylliczna

Summary - Time rolls back, as does space. MS Dhoni, Virat, Jaddu, Rohit, and a few others drift off to wake in Victorian London, where this latest tale is situated. The situations are different. The professions are divergent. And life in London of 1800, not easy.

Somewhere between forgetting and remembering, there is a library. It doesn't appear on any map. It can't be searched for. It simply finds you. Usually on an ordinary day, in an ordinary place, at the exact moment you stop being able to carry everything alone. Inside, the quiet architecture responds to your presence. Glass jars hum softly as you pass them. A scroll unrolls only as far as you are ready to read. Rooms appear only when you stop looking for them, and doors loop back into themselves. Nothing here is lost. Everything here has been kept in trust. The longer you stay, the more familiar it all becomes, until you begin to suspect the truth. This place was not built for you. It was built by you. And it has been waiting, patiently, certain that someday you would finally come back. An immersive second person journey through the depths of grief and dissociation.

(Inspired from an article for a science assignment, here's the article if your interested: https://www.nationalgeographic.org/encyclopedia/aquifers/) It's a house in the void

An aspiring writer goes to a graveyard in hopes of finding the perfect name for his character. After falling asleep, he awakens to strange sounds in the night.

In 2018, the world was suddenly engulfed by a mysterious red fog emerging from the depths of the Earth. Humanity had never encountered. This fog blocked the sunlight and disrupted signals. It indicated the rise of a new evolutionary era. All creatures on Earth began to mutate and evolve hundreds of millions of times faster than before. Earth had fallen into darkness during the great change. There was no more sunlight and starry sky, only endless cold and darkness. This era is the heaven for all creatures on Earth, but it is also the doom for humanity. Humans were no longer the apex predators!!! This is not the doomsday of brainless zombies or desolate wastelands. This story is an epic about the doomsday for thousands of civilizations in the universe. Hint: Humanity was never alone in this beautiful and deadly universe. The pictures in the novels did not belong to me.

A strange meteorite enters Earth's atmosphere and instantly eliminates 1/3 of the population on impact. Shortly after a mysterious fog that's mainly toxic to humans starts to spread and terraform the planet at the same time. During all this chaos, a mysterious company has arisen. Who are they? What do they want? What do they know? In the beginning, there was the Impact. With the Impact came the fog. With the fog came chaos and destruction. With all that, came adaptation and survival. It's amazing what the human race can do in a time of crisis. The question is will it benefit or forfeit human life itself?

Just a few short poems dealing with human emotions like sadness, love, anger etc

Before the fog came, the village was ordinary. Children played on the roads, families slept with open doors, and the graveyard was just a forgotten place. Then people started seeing a girl in the mist. At first, it was only rumors. Then lanterns began to go out. Homes filled with prayers and fear. Shadows started watching. And those who walked alone... never returned the same. As panic spreads, the villagers realize the truth is far worse than a ghost. The fog is not just hiding something-it is learning. Listening. Remembering names. And in this village, death does not arrive suddenly. It calls you first.

Rosemarie Gray a nevem. 16 éves vagyok. Már körülbelül két hónapja rémálmok gyötörnek, és keltenek fel az éjszaka közepén. Megpróbálom megérteni őket de nem tudom. És még ráadásként jön az is, hogy holnap új suliban kezdek. "De jó"...........

Middle school is supposed to feel like growing up. For Lyra Wells, it feels like trying to remember where she put herself. She's obsessed with space, obsessed with routine, and not great at pretending she's fine when everything around her feels messy. Then Iris Hawthorne appears, smart, confident, a little infuriating, and somehow impossible to ignore. They're rivals by default, friends by accident, and somewhere in the quiet chaos of classrooms and hallways, Lyra starts to wonder... Maybe friendship isn't as complicated as she thought. First observations. First questions. First hints that the universe might just line things up perfectly, even if she isn't ready for it yet.

I'm Evelina. My mother always told me that my name means light and giver of life. I've never thought anything special about it because I'm just a normal person. Well kind of. My parents both passed away when I was six, so I spent most of my life in an orphanage after that. I'm finally turning eighteen and I can't wait to get out of this hellhole and live on my own. Or at least that's how I planned it to be.

I experienced fog as a child walking to school in the winter - was strange I could only hear a car approaching once it was near. I then experience fog at a lighthouse on a hot summer day and it was winter like conditions so cold we needed coats/blankets. Ten minutes away was a beach and 30 degree temperature change. I also drove to Disneyland through Central Valley in CA in the middle of night in fall and its loaded with Fog so scary to drive. I was exhausted when we got there because of the heightened senses required to take fog on.

FULL COMIC--- A solder walks through a ruined world. Along the way seeing bodies with massive black blots covering their skulls, wicked four armed mermaids, roving gangs of men who want to kill off humanity, and human babies who are birthed out of walls.