This story is in response to Di’s Monday Wordle, to use all the following: Isle, pressure, white, pull, fur, soon, found, look, perfect, bands, soft, compress.
https://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2025/10/27/mlmm-monday-wordle-448/
On a foggy Halloween night, Mara sailed to a lonely isle shrouded in mist. The air carried an uneasy pressure, as if the wind itself were holding its breath.
She stepped onto the white sand, feeling a strange pull toward the forest that clawed at the island’s center. Her fingers brushed against soft leaves, and she noticed a strange fur scattered along the path, almost like something had brushed past her recently.
Before long, she found a circle of stones, perfectly arranged. A chill ran down her spine as she took a closer look. The stones were tied together with blackened bands, which seemed to compress the air around them.
Mara realized soon that this was no ordinary island. The wind whispered her name, and shadows moved where none should. The arrangement of the stones was perfect, yet terrifying—something was pulling at her very soul.
As night fell, she understood the warning too late: the isle was alive, and it had claimed her as part of its eternal Halloween ritual.
Therapy Bits 
Talk to me! I love comments!