Wrong Part of Town part 2

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is my second portion of The Adventures of Kevin and Samantha, or something like that. This Author's Note will be a relatively short one, since my last one kinda explained everything. So I will keep it simple and just talk about the fog, an entity that will probably be a recurring character in future stories of mine. I want to sort of portray the fog as a sort of malicious spirit or deity as yet to be discovered by the world as we know it. To give it a personality you can only get glimpses of from different characters perspectives. I chose fog because of it's versatility. It has no defined shape and once inside, it obscures the senses. Other people have used fog for a variety of effects. Stephen King used it for a habitat for his otherworldy creatures in The Mist, and dozens of others use the fog as a doorway or portal. I want to combine some of these elements and make something of my own. The fog is rarely going to be a huge portion of any of my stories to come, but will surely appear in a lot of them. If I continue writing about this universe that is quickly gaining more and more foundation in my mind, the fog will definitely be a forerunner for a recurring character. Again, if I tagged you it was because I value your opinion and want you to be honest. Due to the short span of time between these posts, I will tag everyone one more time before I give up on capturing your interest. I am not looking for praise, but I would like anyone who has read so far to post a comment to just let me know it is ok to keep tagging them for any future posts (if they are interested). Anyone who has not posted a comment by the time the next installment comes out will no longer be tagged. I do not want to annoy anyone with my story.

Submitted: April 02, 2011

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The fog enveloped the car, it seemed, completely. There was no way to look out of the car and see anything but thick white sheets of what was beggining to look less and less like fog. The blank mass swirled in mottled strips of fluffy nothingness as Samantha tried to navigate through it. There was no navigating of course, navigating implied that there was a method to it. There was no navigating. There was no anything, only a natural instinct to drive forward pushed Samantha on. \"When is this fog going to end?\" she mused. \"I don't know, but I don't think this is fog anymore. This doesn't seem right, the fog is too... mashed potatoes,\" Kevin rambled. \"Mashed potatoes? What does that even mean, are you feeling alright?\" Samantha questioned the sanity of her husband. \"No, if you think about it. Fog in it's thickest form still allows you to see a few inches in front of you. This, however, doesn't. This seems more,\" he paused, playing with the idea of rolling down his window but thought it better to not let this stuff inside. \"Real, this feels more real. Not like fog at all but more like... mashed potatoes. If that makes any sense.\" \"Well, it doesn't,\" Samantha whispered almost as if she thought the fog was listening in, \"and you're beginning to creep me out.\" \"Sorry, I will keep my musings to myself. Just keep driving, the fogs bound to let up,\" Kevin apologized. The only problem was, the fog didn't seem to be letting up. The further they drove just made them feel the fog would never go away. Samantha tried turning around once, but the moment she veered the car in another direction, she felt as if the car lost footing and quickly righted herself. Almost like they were on a one lane road and to either side of them was a chasm. \"Hey honey, do you hear that?\" Samantha inquired about the low hum that now seemed to be coming from deepest recesses of this god forsaken white hell. \"It sounds almost like... a swarm of bees?\" Kevin questioned himself, \"But that's not possible, it's almost thirty degrees outside and way too cold for bees. Plus, you'd think this fog would dampen noise. So that would mean the swarm would have to be...\" he immediately stopped talking and gulped loudly, almost comically loud. \"Fuck this,\" Samantha shouted to no one in particular as her foot drove the proverbial pedal to the metal. The car whined as gas flooded it's veins and began pushing forward at an alarming pace. Sam kept the wheel centered for fear of dropping off the side and prayed there was no slight curve off in the distance that would send the car hurtling to there doom. Kevin began yelling obscenities at his wife's temporary loss of sanity, telling her to slow down. Pleading for his life, pleading for their life. The car tore through the fog, whisps of fluff passing by the car as it's speed increased. For the life of him, Kevin thought he heard a scream coming from the mist, cresendoing as they were accelerating. The scream grew inside his head to an unbearable level, his wife seemingly unaffected as if she didn't hear it. Maybe she didn't and it was all inside Kevin's head, but he still heard it. Just when Kevin didn't think he could handle it anymore, the windshield flooded with bright color and sunlight. They were free from the fog, and the screaming.


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