22. Smoke, Fog and Haze: Write about not being able to see ahead of you.
You will never appreciate how many shades of grey there are until you are lost in mist. It feels like there are hundreds, all subtly blending into one another. Like smoke, like oil, like water, they seem to move of their own accord, wrapping themselves around you. Of course this makes it even harder to find out where you are and where you are going. Every change in colour, in light, makes you think that maybe you can see a person, marching away from you through the fog. Or that – someone’s torch? Or even, maybe, just maybe – a group of lights – a village? But nothing,nothing every time. Every time more mist, more fog, and after a while it seems…I don’t know? Not good, I suppose, but not bad either. Just…like you’d think your feet would hurt, but they don’t. You don’t even notice, in fact you stop noticing that you’re walking at all. Instead you feel like you’re floating. There’s just you and the mist. You and grey. You and nothing. Yes, that’s it. Nothing. In fact that’s what’s so peaceful about it, it’s nothing, and you’re no one. It’s nice to be no one. Nice to have no thoughts, no feelings. To just be another tint of grey, another wisp, lost in the fog. To be nothing.
To be nothing is to truly be. That’s very poetic don’t you think? To be nothing is to truly be, to be nothing is to truly be, to be is to be nothing, truly it is nothing to be, truly to be is nothing, truly…
Missing girl finally found
The horror of the family of Maxine Masters would seem, to many, to finally be over. After days of searching, the missing Miss Masters was finally found, inexplicably in the mist surrounding the famous Yorkshire Moors. her family, from local Harrogate, swear she has never been there before, and can’t understand why Miss Masters would go there. The poor family, who we all know have been through so much, from losing Maxine, to fearing her to be dead, to be accused of murdering her themselves, were of course elated when she was found.
Their elation soon turned to dismay, however, when they saw the state of Miss Masters. Scarily thin, her clothes torn and bloody, the poor girl was gibbering like Ophelia after her father’s death. She seemed not to recognise her family, and only stopped her gibbering once. This was when she realised she was being taken away from the moors. The screams she emitted made her mother weep.