I found this picture on Pixabay, and it intrigued me. Why is a giant tortoise roaming in the fog? Why are kids roaming in the fog? Are the children in danger? Is the tortoise? The picture sparked so many questions.
I might start a story like this:
“The coming of the fog brought fear. All the grown-ups said Something was in the fog, Something too horrible to name. It kept everyone inside, barricaded.
But I had see the Something one dark afternoon, out of my locked window. Huge it was, moving slowly, bending down, then straightening up. It didn’t act like a Something on the hunt for people
I talked it over with my twin brother and we agreed: the next fog, we would go out to find It.”
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