Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

Spooky

A swirling,curling,furling mist of white
as evening gloom descends to dead of night
an eerie hoot of owl from a great height
A feeling that this place is not quite right
an unease that could quickly turn to fright
and no-one near to hear me in my plight
my heart is racing and my chest feels tight
amidst the murk,the trees of towering might

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