Thursday, February 16, 2012

Fire

Those evil blue flames destroying what used to be my fun hut, descending pieces of wood to the dark black ground just can’t be anything I’d expect. I feel like I'm the only survivor of World War 10 the only one just looking at a burning home.The ash of what was a desk flutters to the ground. The smell of the fire and the sound of it crackling is aching. That “Gumbel Dack”, what I suppose was a drunk teen. I will give revenge to him. My only escape time from the world was in there. That hut was a piece of my life, it was a place to relax, but now the remains is just half a stump and which used to be a treasure now gone.

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