Every week, the AWM is excited to bring you stories written by our visitors in our Story of the Day exhibit, which features typewriters that visitors can interact with directly. Check back weekly for new stories, and visit the Museum to try out our typewriters and possibly be featured here! This week, we’re all about finishing stories! Keep the story below going in the comments!
There was no spectacular sunset that night; rather it was the sort of long-suffering twilight during which a sunny afternoon fades gradually and so slowly as not to be noticed into a gray evening, and then, suddenly to darkness.
Now everything was utterly black. A stray dog passed him right before the black rim of the forest darkly shone through the darkness.
The air was moist and he went slowly into this hole of black. The remnant light was caused by that dog, his eyes had a slight glow and he knew where to go. On and on until in the distance some fire was burning. Ungodly fire was burning, earfuls of it.
The noise started slowly. He felt the air, it was warm, it was still, then a pulling started and he realized that it was a backdraft…he started to run, but felt the heat sear his back.
Where should he go?