Okay, so this is really my first time being on this site; however, a friend of mine strongly suggested I join. My speciality, if you can call it that, is the game of painting pictures with simple words forever attached to loose sheets of paper. If anyone visits this page, I invite them to look at a preview and judge whether or not I should continue writing. Here is my preview:

The fog had already spread across the lush forest floor, making it impossible to see where my foot would be landing. It clings to the trees as it climbs to the black sky with the fleeting strength of a babe as it clings to its mother’s hand. The icy kiss of the fog sends a chill racing across my body as it swirls around my legs, giving me an eerie feeling. This haze makes it even more difficult to notice the huge redwoods that populate this forest, now I cannot see them until they are less than a foot in front of me. Yet I still continue forward, pulled by some force within my body, unsure of my destination or even if I will live through whatever will happen. A high pitched howl that sounds off less than as hundred feet away pulls me out of my thought and back to reality, I notice the fog begin to swirl in odd patterns around me. Looking in the direction of the howl, I notice the night sky, or the lack of one thereof; the sky is completely black. No stars, no moon, not even a hint of cloud, just complete darkness. As I continue walking forward, still no idea of where I actually am, I come across a break in the fog and walk upon a small pool of water. The water is eerily still, jet black, yet when I gaze into the pool I see a reflection not belonging to me.