When the shadows first appeared, the press thought it was Banksy or some other street artist having his way with the city.
How clever, people said.
Shadows of people, of objects, of animals. You saw them on buildings and sidewalks, more and more of them as the days passed.
All the while, people and things were going missing. Man goes out for coffee and never returns.
The postal box on the corner is gone, but its shadow is still there.
Just another of those pranks, they said.
Then somebody noticed the painted shadows weren’t painted at all. They were real.
Inventive story!
Ouuuu, what an interesting take on the photo! What if the shadows WERE real, and WE were just the mark of the sun on the pavement afterall? Good one. Loved it.
What a mystery, very imaginative story.
very imaginative!
Spooky. I wonder where the matter is going, and what the shadows will do to those left behind…
Imaginative take on the prompt.
Very Stephen King like. Somehow the shadows turned menacing.
What a wonderful interpretation of the image!
Eeek! Where will it end!
Eerily written .
Creeeeepy!
Great take on the prompt.
Ooh! I like this take on it very much!
Wonderfully creepy!
Nicely played.