The Fog Monster

It was a cold, windy, foggy, day. Mist crept through the air slowly, as if in honey. The fog was as thick as the deepness of the sea. Suddenly, out of the gloom, there came a looming figure. It was dark as night and big as a tsunami. Then, it came out of the mist and fog. It was . . . THE FOG MONSTER! Its figure was very frightening, it had adorable eyes and thick, long fur. A hump in the middle of the back was the weirdest thing about it. In all, it was actually quite cute. Its adorable eyes looked up and saw a tree. In the fog, the tree looked like a dog for it was very young. It was love at first sight. The fog monster lapped at the tree and kissed it sloppily. The pair lived happily ever after, for five seconds. The fog cleared up and the fog monster began to evaporate. 

Soon, nothing was left to prove its existence except for a few strange drool marks on a tiny tree in Central Park in New York in the U.S. in North America on the Earth. 

Braided Fog

Once, in a little old hut by the sea, there was a girl. She lived there by herself, and had lived there, all alone, for time out of mind. Every morning she would dance out the door, and sit on the rocks, singing, while she braided her long silvery hair. 

One morning, she was just sitting down outside when she heard a crackling noise behind her, and she felt a great heat. She turned, only to see her little hut caught on fire! She thought, 'I must have left the woodstove on!' She tried to run in to save what she could, but her feet were frozen where they stood on the beach.

Slowly her home crumbled to the ground, until there was nothing left save a pile of ashes and smoke curling up into the air. She still could not move her feet.

The smoke solidified into the shape of a woman. She spoke in a thundering voice to the girl:

"You have done my people wrong for over a hundred years. Now you shall pay! The house was only the first part of your punishment." As she said these words, the smoke began wrapping itself around the girl, her hair half braided.

She was lifted info the air. She screamed, but nothing could save her now. With her legs still paralyzed, her body started to dissolve. The girl was turning into the very fog that surrounded her home. 

And sometimes, when the weather and wind work together in a unique way, you can still see her braids drifting though the foggy sky.