As the hazy light filtered through the trees, something outworldly traveled through me. it wasnt pain, it wasnt joy, it was the feeling of colors, and music and emotions. it reached all the way into my fingertips, my toes, my heart, seizing me. It felt angelic. I saw myself from a 3rd point of view, whilst i still was myself. I just realized the one true revelation: i am a soul. i have a body. why...
As the hazy light filtering through the trees began to part the fog with increasingly insistent fingers, I quickened the rhythm of my oars sliding nearly soundlessly through the water. In an attempt to control the urgency of my movement, my mission, before it overwhelmed and swallowed me whole I steered my gaze to the vines lazily caressing the glass smooth water. I drew in my breath in time to th...
The fog just landed on the water well im on my little boat just floating along the river it seems the water is calmer them usual it’s so peaceful and quiet....
As the hazy light filtered through the trees, Brenden realized he was not alone. The air still clung to its morning fog and the trees shrouded the bog in mystery. He tried to look around himself, but he could not penetrate the mist which hung about him. Still the feeling of being watched was ever present with the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. He slowly, quietly put oars to the w...
As the hazy light filtered through the trees, Percy floated on the bayou with a line in the water. Though his line was cast, his mind was anywhere but the hook. Instead, he reminisced on his morning with Ella. He had woken early and found her waking as well. They rose together for a change, and he cooked breakfast for both of them.
Since there was still time before sunrise, he approached her f...
As the hazy light filtered through the trees, sunset layed down over the wetlands. I did my best to paddle fast, my canoe creaking along with my paddle. Damn! I knew I should’ve brought a spare! My paddle cracked and split in two, the bottom piece floating out of reach, teasing me, saying
“You’ll never get me, you fool!”
Everything was going wrong! This stupid trip was turning into a disaster! Mo...
The hazy light filled the air. I paddled the kayak a little faster. All I could see was grey fog surrounding me. Creatures bumped into the kayak and it gently swayed. I felt a gentle bump as my kayak jolted, almost knocking me out of the boat. I made my way through the swamp, trees and vines extending out of the water, damp and wet. Something gripped my paddle. Piranhas.
As the hazy light filtered through the trees, Hami released a sigh of relief. It was as if she’d been holding her breath for the last mile along this river. The Salopeng. 56 miles of rushing waters from East to West. It’s what separates antiquity from industry; and farmers from the city. Hami thanks God that the sun is finally rising, but it will be a little while longer before she can embrace it’...
