Novels by Oops

An odd mist, thick like smoke settled on the ground of wintery willows. The trees were pale and sickly, barely reflecting in the deep drowning lake, and the little girl herself was ugly—like a glass of milk that soured.Wind billowed in from the north, blowing her long strands of blond hair into her pasty face. The ground was alive with a low hum, and silently Alice wondered if the dust could hear her just as she could hear it. It seemed stupid when she thought over it.She wandered across autumn struck leaves, admiring the way she could barely see the ugly pink socks her nanny had knitted over the thickening mist. Unlike the regular fog that wafted into her hometown, this one seemed to be stuck to the ground. It didn’t rise up more than ten inches. Up in the cloudless, pale white sky, thunder rumbled lowly. It would rain soon.Alice could barely hear her mother’s screams anymore. Not that she cared, anyway. She was tired of the old woman. Alice,