GEORGIOS KOULOURIS
Joined February 2026
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The Whispering Mist of Blackwood Bay. AI-Generated.
The fog didn’t roll into Blackwood Bay; it inhaled it. It started at the jagged teeth of the lighthouse rocks, a thick, curdled white that smelled of wet iron and old secrets. By noon, the town was gone. Not destroyed, just erased from view. Elias stood on his porch, the wood groaning under his weight. He had lived through sixty winters here, but this was different. The mist was humming. It was a low, vibratory sound that felt like it was coming from inside his own teeth. He remembered what the old-timers used to say: “When the fog speaks, don’t answer.”
By GEORGIOS KOULOURISabout 4 hours ago in Fiction
