100 word stories. Post all you like, maybe we'll dip in and use yours?
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I climb the cold, black, wrought-iron stair surrounded by an even colder fog that obscures all but a few steps above and below. I climb, and climb, and climb. At some point, I stop and step down but the fog does not recede. I reach down with my foot from the lowest step and feel no step below. Then, the fog starts creeping up towards me and I have to turn and continue climbing ahead of it. Faster and faster the fog rises, until I am running up the stair… until the stair ends...and the fog silently envelops me.