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SPEAK SOFTLY IN THE ICY FOG
#WritcoStoryChallenge
The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination?
Her breath fogged up the glass as she leaned closer, straining her eyes to see through the thick veil of mist ❄️. Shadows danced and shifted, playing tricks on her mind 🕷️. A chill ran down her spine, and she instinctively pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders 🧸.
Then, she saw it—movement 🚨. Just a faint blur at first, but unmistakable. Her heart quickened, thudding in her chest ❤️. She squinted, focusing on the figure that seemed to emerge from the mist 👻. It was tall, cloaked in darkness, and moving slowly toward her house 🏠.
She stepped back from the window, her pulse racing 💨. Who would be out there at this hour? 🕰️ And why? 🤔
Her mind raced with possibilities 🤯. Could it be a lost traveler? 🗺️ A neighbor in need? 🤝 Or something more sinister? 😱 She grabbed her phone, her Fingers trembling as she hesitated to call for help 🤔. What if it was nothing? What if it was just her overactive imagination, spurred on by the eerie night 🌃? But the figure grew closer, more defined now 👀. It stopped at the edge of her yard, standing still in the glow of the dim streetlight 💡. She could make out the shape of a person, but their face remained hidden in shadow 🕵️♀️. They just stood there, unmoving, watching her house 🏠. She couldn’t take it anymore 😩. She had to know 🤷♀️. Mustering her courage, she crept downstairs, her footsteps light against the creaky wooden floor 👣. She paused at the front door, her hand hovering over the doorknob 🚪. Every instinct screamed at her to lock herself in, to stay safe—but curiosity and fear pushed her forward 💥. She opened the door just a crack, the cold air rushing in ❄️ and the mist curling around her feet ☁️. “Hello?” she called out, her voice barely more than a whisper 🗣️. No response 🙅♀️. “Who’s there?” she asked again Louder this time, her voice tinged with a mix of fear and determination 😨. The figure took a step forward, slowly revealing itself in the dim light 💡. As it drew nearer, she noticed something familiar—a glimpse of an old, tattered coat 🧥, the way the person’s shoulders hunched as if weighed down by unseen burdens 🤕. Then, a soft, raspy voice broke the silence 🗣️. “It’s me.” Her heart skipped a beat ❤️. She hadn’t heard that voice in years 🙅♀️. It couldn’t be…“Dad?” she whispered, her eyes wide with disbelief 🤯. The figure stepped closer, and now she could see him clearly 👀. It was her father, the man who had disappeared one stormy night years ago without a trace ⛈️, but here he was, standing before her, weathered and worn but alive 🙌.Tears welled up in her eyes as she flung the door open and rushed into his arms 🤗. “I thought I’d never see you again,” she cried, holding him tightly 🤗. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice hoarse 🗣️. “I had to leave, but I never stopped thinking about you 💭. I couldn’t come back until now.” She pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes, searching for answers 🕵️♀️. “Why? Where have you been?” He hesitated, glancing around as if the mist itself could hear their conversation 👀. “It’s a long story, one I can’t explain fully right now 🤐. But I’m here, and that’s what matters 🙏. We don’t have much time ⏰.” Her joy was quickly replaced by a sense of unease 😕. “What do you mean? What’s going on?” 🤔Tears welled up in her eyes as she flung the door open and rushed into his arms 🤗. “I thought I’d never see you again,” she cried, holding him tightly 🤗. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice hoarse 🗣️. “I had to leave, but I never stopped thinking about you 💭. I couldn’t come back until now.” She pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes, searching for answers 🕵️♀️. “Why? Where have you been?” He hesitated, glancing around as if the mist itself could hear their conversation 👀. “It’s a long story, one I can’t explain fully right now 🤐. But I’m here, and that’s what matters 🙏. We don’t have much time ⏰.” Her joy was quickly replaced by a sense of unease 😕. “What do you mean? What’s going on?” 🤔Before he could answer, a low, rumbling sound 🗣️ echoed in the distance, growing louder with each passing second ⏰. The mist seemed to pulse and shift, as if alive 💀. Her father’s eyes widened in fear 😱, and he pulled her back toward the house 🏠. “We need to go. Now!” ⚠️ Without another word, they rushed inside, slamming the door shut behind them 🚪. The air grew thick with tension 💥 as they waited, listening to the sound of the approaching unknown 🕵️♀️. The mist outside swirled violently 🌪️, and strange shadows flickered in the distance 🌫️. She didn’t know what was out there, but she knew one thing for sure—her father had returned 👨, and whatever was coming, they would face it together 👫.
© kanishkadivakar💞
The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination?
Her breath fogged up the glass as she leaned closer, straining her eyes to see through the thick veil of mist ❄️. Shadows danced and shifted, playing tricks on her mind 🕷️. A chill ran down her spine, and she instinctively pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders 🧸.
Then, she saw it—movement 🚨. Just a faint blur at first, but unmistakable. Her heart quickened, thudding in her chest ❤️. She squinted, focusing on the figure that seemed to emerge from the mist 👻. It was tall, cloaked in darkness, and moving slowly toward her house 🏠.
She stepped back from the window, her pulse racing 💨. Who would be out there at this hour? 🕰️ And why? 🤔
Her mind raced with possibilities 🤯. Could it be a lost traveler? 🗺️ A neighbor in need? 🤝 Or something more sinister? 😱 She grabbed her phone, her Fingers trembling as she hesitated to call for help 🤔. What if it was nothing? What if it was just her overactive imagination, spurred on by the eerie night 🌃? But the figure grew closer, more defined now 👀. It stopped at the edge of her yard, standing still in the glow of the dim streetlight 💡. She could make out the shape of a person, but their face remained hidden in shadow 🕵️♀️. They just stood there, unmoving, watching her house 🏠. She couldn’t take it anymore 😩. She had to know 🤷♀️. Mustering her courage, she crept downstairs, her footsteps light against the creaky wooden floor 👣. She paused at the front door, her hand hovering over the doorknob 🚪. Every instinct screamed at her to lock herself in, to stay safe—but curiosity and fear pushed her forward 💥. She opened the door just a crack, the cold air rushing in ❄️ and the mist curling around her feet ☁️. “Hello?” she called out, her voice barely more than a whisper 🗣️. No response 🙅♀️. “Who’s there?” she asked again Louder this time, her voice tinged with a mix of fear and determination 😨. The figure took a step forward, slowly revealing itself in the dim light 💡. As it drew nearer, she noticed something familiar—a glimpse of an old, tattered coat 🧥, the way the person’s shoulders hunched as if weighed down by unseen burdens 🤕. Then, a soft, raspy voice broke the silence 🗣️. “It’s me.” Her heart skipped a beat ❤️. She hadn’t heard that voice in years 🙅♀️. It couldn’t be…“Dad?” she whispered, her eyes wide with disbelief 🤯. The figure stepped closer, and now she could see him clearly 👀. It was her father, the man who had disappeared one stormy night years ago without a trace ⛈️, but here he was, standing before her, weathered and worn but alive 🙌.Tears welled up in her eyes as she flung the door open and rushed into his arms 🤗. “I thought I’d never see you again,” she cried, holding him tightly 🤗. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice hoarse 🗣️. “I had to leave, but I never stopped thinking about you 💭. I couldn’t come back until now.” She pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes, searching for answers 🕵️♀️. “Why? Where have you been?” He hesitated, glancing around as if the mist itself could hear their conversation 👀. “It’s a long story, one I can’t explain fully right now 🤐. But I’m here, and that’s what matters 🙏. We don’t have much time ⏰.” Her joy was quickly replaced by a sense of unease 😕. “What do you mean? What’s going on?” 🤔Tears welled up in her eyes as she flung the door open and rushed into his arms 🤗. “I thought I’d never see you again,” she cried, holding him tightly 🤗. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice hoarse 🗣️. “I had to leave, but I never stopped thinking about you 💭. I couldn’t come back until now.” She pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes, searching for answers 🕵️♀️. “Why? Where have you been?” He hesitated, glancing around as if the mist itself could hear their conversation 👀. “It’s a long story, one I can’t explain fully right now 🤐. But I’m here, and that’s what matters 🙏. We don’t have much time ⏰.” Her joy was quickly replaced by a sense of unease 😕. “What do you mean? What’s going on?” 🤔Before he could answer, a low, rumbling sound 🗣️ echoed in the distance, growing louder with each passing second ⏰. The mist seemed to pulse and shift, as if alive 💀. Her father’s eyes widened in fear 😱, and he pulled her back toward the house 🏠. “We need to go. Now!” ⚠️ Without another word, they rushed inside, slamming the door shut behind them 🚪. The air grew thick with tension 💥 as they waited, listening to the sound of the approaching unknown 🕵️♀️. The mist outside swirled violently 🌪️, and strange shadows flickered in the distance 🌫️. She didn’t know what was out there, but she knew one thing for sure—her father had returned 👨, and whatever was coming, they would face it together 👫.
© kanishkadivakar💞
