The Rider and the Fog

by Stovohobo

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The horse’s nostrils flexed in and out as it whinnied nervously, softly. Its rider had fallen several hours ago; the fog had somehow separated them.

It was a terrible, tangible thing, this fog. It reached out and seized the possessions of living things – their lives.

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The Rider swung wildly around in the haze, blundering around and waving his hands through the thick mass. Some blunt, yet soft, yet painful force had hurled him from his steed, and it had gone galloping off into this living force.

He growled with frustration and yelled for his horse once again.

Neigh, neigh.

The Rider stopped. That wasn’t a horse whinny, it was a person’s voice, almost mocking.

Rider, Rider…what mysteries do you think the fog holds?

The voice cackled softly, and the Rider was driven by an inexplicable force to the ground. And suddenly it was inside him; he could feel the sticky presence in him.

I’m tearing you apart. Sticking a hot poker in your brain, Rider.

And it felt like it.

And he screamed.

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Average Reader Rating: 5.0 stars out of 5

  1. The Rider and the Fog

    Freedom's Buddy Icon Freedom

    Posted 2 months ago

    Whoa. Scary yet witty and totally intense. I couldn’t stop reading it. Very well written.
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  2. The Rider and the Fog

    THX 0477's Buddy Icon THX 0477

    Posted 2 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    Wicked jump from such a tranquil picture. Quite gripping and scary.
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  3. The Rider and the Fog

    Saint Chuck's Buddy Icon Saint Chuck

    Posted 2 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    I agree, very intense image. Nice.
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