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The Mist: Chapter Two

by Ari11


As Albert stood there, tracing the letters with his finger, he felt a sudden burst of emotion. It was...hard to describe. Hot and cold and painful and wonderful all at the same time. 

Is it possible? He asked himself, tears wetting the corners of his eyes. Could she really be here?

"Brooklyn?" He called. "Brook? It's Dad."

He looked around, scanning the shelves for a sign, for the slightest inkling she was there. Nothing. He lowered his head, staring at the tiny carving knife in his hand. 

She was here. She had to have been. 

Turning back to the fox, he pressed the knife into the wood. Shavings fell onto the workbench as he made four new cuts--a vine, winding its way around Brook's crudely carved name. 

Just a little something to make it more special, He thought, smiling to himself. 

As he placed the knife back onto the bench, a thought struck him. 

Maybe she wants to make something.

Reaching over to one of the shelves, he pulled a small block of wood from one of the boxes. Clearing away the sawdust, he placed it on the table, positioning the small knife beside it. 

There. Maybe when I come back, she'll have carved something new. 

He walked away, leaving the lights on just in case. 


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Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),

Hi! I'm here to leave a quick review!!

First Impression: Okay, a very powerful chapter two here. Short but very impactful in guiding this here story forward. Very pleasantly surprised by where it appears to be heading here. You've made these two characters end up sounding very intriguing here.

Anyway let's get right to it,

As Albert stood there, tracing the letters with his finger, he felt a sudden burst of emotion. It was...hard to describe. Hot and cold and painful and wonderful all at the same time.

Is it possible? He asked himself, tears wetting the corners of his eyes. Could she really be here?

"Brooklyn?" He called. "Brook? It's Dad."

He looked around, scanning the shelves for a sign, for the slightest inkling she was there. Nothing. He lowered his head, staring at the tiny carving knife in his hand.


Oooooh well that's a powerful reveal there. I wasn't expecting Brook there to be the daughter but suddenly this all becomes that much more powerful. That connection you were hinting at with the two of them now suddenly sounds that much more powerful. Wow, well let's see where this will be going.

She was here. She had to have been.

Turning back to the fox, he pressed the knife into the wood. Shavings fell onto the workbench as he made four new cuts--a vine, winding its way around Brook's crudely carved name.

Just a little something to make it more special, He thought, smiling to himself.

As he placed the knife back onto the bench, a thought struck him.

Maybe she wants to make something.


Ooooh well this is interesting. Its currently just opening so many little avenues here about exactly what its trying to do and I'm very, very curious about where we might be headed with this one. It looks like there's a long history behind the connection this particular father and daughter share and its a rather bittersweet one.

Reaching over to one of the shelves, he pulled a small block of wood from one of the boxes. Clearing away the sawdust, he placed it on the table, positioning the small knife beside it.

There. Maybe when I come back, she'll have carved something new.

He walked away, leaving the lights on just in case.


Well this is a powerful note to end on there. There's definitely a lot more to this carving and the carving knife compared to what we've been told so far and I love that, especially how vague your being about all of this. I can't wait to see what you manage to do here."

Aaaaand that's it for this one.

Overall: Overall, a strong second chapter here. I can't wait to see what more secrets are hidden behind this relationship. I hope we get to see more and more here as time progresses.

As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.

Stay Safe
Kate




Ari11 says...


Thank you so much! I'm so glad y'all are enjoying this so far.



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glad to see more writing from you! I can't read right now but I am really exited to see this later! good luck on future endeavors.




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Hi @Ari11 I'm here to do another review on your chapter, so happy that you posted it already. :) So let's get right into it.

As Albert stood there, tracing the letters with his finger, he felt a sudden burst of emotion. It was...hard to describe. Hot and cold and painful and wonderful all at the same time.


This is a lovely way to start the chapter, and I'm really interested to see what happens.

Is it possible? He asked himself, tears wetting the corners of his eyes. Could she really be here?

"Brooklyn?" He called. "Brook? It's Dad."


With these next lines I'm starting to get the feeling Albert's daughters dead. Wich made be really sad, because it tells me that his obviously still grieving, and whatever happened he obviously hasn't quite gotten over it yet. This would explain the dream in the last chapter as well, and it's starting to make me wonder if this dream was actually partly a memory.

He looked around, scanning the shelves for a sign, for the slightest inkling she was there. Nothing. He lowered his head, staring at the tiny carving knife in his hand.

She was here. She had to have been.


Shame I'm getting the feeling that his in denial about Brooks death. It would make sense I've had to morn a pet before, so I know what grieving feels like it's real horrible.

Turning back to the fox, he pressed the knife into the wood. Shavings fell onto the workbench as he made four new cuts--a vine, winding its way around Brook's crudely carved name.

Just a little something to make it more special, He thought, smiling to himself.

As he placed the knife back onto the bench, a thought struck him.


He must be really good at wood carving, because that sort of thing isn't easy to do. also the image of the fox wood carving in my head is looking so nice.

Maybe she wants to make something.

Reaching over to one of the shelves, he pulled a small block of wood from one of the boxes. Clearing away the sawdust, he placed it on the table, positioning the small knife beside it.

There. Maybe when I come back, she'll have carved something new.

He walked away, leaving the lights on just in case.


Aww parents always thinking of what there children need even when they are gone. I'm wondering also if she moved out or not, but I'm getting the feeling Brooks dead, but she also may have moved out and he doesn't really see her anymore.

Overall I really liked this chapter and I'm looking forward to reading the next one. :) I think you wrote out your characters emotion really well. But if I was being harsh, I'm really sorry that was not my intention, I'm only saying what I think might be helpful, I hope to read more of your chapters, keep up the great work.

I hope you have a great day/night witch ever side of the world you're on.

@Dossereana Flying Over The Green Room And Spreading Shards Of Encouragement




Ari11 says...


Wow thank you! You're reviews are amazing, I really enjoy reading what you have to say. Sorry this chapter is a bit short, I whipped it up during my lunch break. :)



Dossereana says...


Short chapter, long chapter, I'm good with any. :)
Glad you liked the review.




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