This is my 100 word story I hope you like it.
The fog came alive once 12 pm hit. That flowed around the trees, there would be a man that would be there one second but disappear the next. The branches reaching out like fingers as the fog would sway throw the thick dark fading to grey branches of the trees. The fog got darker and darker as the man got closer. The man was wearing a thick wolf coat with long black pieces of material for his pants. The pants with huge rips on them from the trees that comforted him. From his view you couldn’t see anything but fog.
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