Ficton

Morning Fog

The fog hung low in the forest. A thick cloud covered the valley with what appeared to be a warm blanket, and yet it was bitterly cold with a stifling dampness in the air. Hundreds of minute frosty clouds issued from every mouth, both man, horse and dog, as the day awakened. The ground was […]

Ficton

People and Pavement

The coast roared with excitement as the waves crashed hard against the cliffs. Finding a way down would be the trick though there had to be a trail close. There is no way such a remote spot would not be well traveled over the years, yet there was still an illusion of being the first […]