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Misty Bog

by Anonymous | Score: 5900

Damien stepped carefully through the thick bog, the mist curling up around him. He scowled at the gnarled trees clawing up at the blackened, star speckled sky. He didn't like how they never seemed to sit still in the light, cool breeze. He knew that he had to stop making calls out to random customers, but his business wasn't doing too well as the art of acupuncture was falling out of fashion. He hated having to walk at night. A shrill cry echoed through the mist, and he put a hand on the whip at his side, peering into the darkness. He instantly felt as though he were being watched. It seemed that eyes were popping in through the mist everywhere he looked, yet when he'd turn his head, they'd be gone. He wished that he'd had brought Sam with him. His good friend had always been too nosy for his liking, but he was a smart man, a powerful bureaucrat, and a wonderful economist. He knew Sam would have scolded him for making such a risky decision. He'd be better of working in a kitchen somewhere, a spatula in one hand and a pair of tongs in the other. But he couldn't sit still unless he had his needles.  And when he had his needles, he was as still as a surgeon. The cry rose yet again, echoed by a wailing cry, like that of a distant baby, tortured on the wind. The further Damien slogged, the more he worried. His father had always been a distant man, never talking much with his son, but ultimately, Damien worried he'd never talk to him again. He'd never much cared for his father's work as a fireman, but the further Damien walked, the more he wished he were sitting down with his father over a nice meal, fork and knife in hand, talking about putting out some house fire before it could explode. The more he thought, and the more he walked, the more he realized that his father's stories could have been exciting, if he'd just taken the time to listen. At least they were better than his mother's. She was a crossing guard, and Damien couldn't think of a more boring job. Though she was popular with the kids, always bring 

Completed challenges

The following challenges were completed during the writing exercise:

Begin Start typing to begin
Words Reach 50 words
Letter Use the letter O
Character A cynical acupuncturist
Event A shrill cry echoes in the mist
Prop Include a whip
Words Reach 100 words
Event Your character is being watched
Character A noisy economist
Letter Use the letter K
Words Reach 200 words
Prop Include a pair of tongs
Event A baby cries
Letter Use the letter E
Character A distant firefighter
Words Reach 300 words
Event Something explodes
Prop Include a fork
Character A popular school crossing warden

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