✒️ 5-Minute Writing Prompt:

As you walk through a dense fog, you realize the ground beneath you has changed—it’s no longer the familiar path you started on. A shape looms ahead, but you don’t recognize it. Then, you see the shadow move closer…

Shadow in the Fog

My heart races in my chest as the dark shadow looms closer. My feet are rooted to the ground.

I can’t move.

Terror floods my veins, and my brain urges me to run, but I can’t. My body refuses to obey. A deep, dark chuckle emanates from the shadow—neither male nor female. As it closes the distance between us, I can make out two glowing red eyes, but no other features.

I can feel that this is the end for me. The shadow grows larger, towering over me. Its maw gapes open, revealing rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth. I squeeze my eyes shut and wait for the end.

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