The bright sun gleams and sends burning rays into my eyes. I try to shade myself with a rag I found next to me, but I find it scorching hot as well. I start to cough at the inhaling or smoke. Someone can't be having a barbecue, can they? I get a brief look around my territory, and spot a growing, illuminated orange spot in my area. Before my brain realizes what is happening, my body automatically starts running away. Why am I running away from my home?
"Fierrrr, Fieahhh,fiewr!"
I scream in terror. My mouth can barely comprehend what's happening. I'm running for my life, once again, in the past twelve hours.
As soon as I clear the area, I lose my balance and my legs go numb. I take a great plunge onto the sidewalk, and try to maneuver my way to a tree so I can prop myself up.
I stare at my watch. It's 7:34 AM. None of the parts are moving. What a piece of junk. I try to open the back panel and it results in a sticky mess with a small cut on my thumb. Sure, it hurts, but I try to focus on the sticky mess. Why is there wet glue in the back? I'm not dumb (Well, I actually am, but it feels kind of nice to say that without John correcting me). I think it was intentional. It's not like I go pouring gobs of glue in my watch while I'm sleeping.
"Fierrrr, Fieahhh,fiewr!"
I scream in terror. My mouth can barely comprehend what's happening. I'm running for my life, once again, in the past twelve hours.
As soon as I clear the area, I lose my balance and my legs go numb. I take a great plunge onto the sidewalk, and try to maneuver my way to a tree so I can prop myself up.
I stare at my watch. It's 7:34 AM. None of the parts are moving. What a piece of junk. I try to open the back panel and it results in a sticky mess with a small cut on my thumb. Sure, it hurts, but I try to focus on the sticky mess. Why is there wet glue in the back? I'm not dumb (Well, I actually am, but it feels kind of nice to say that without John correcting me). I think it was intentional. It's not like I go pouring gobs of glue in my watch while I'm sleeping.
I pull my iPhone out of my pocket. It says 7:37 AM. Of course. The murder left it so the time of the fire approaching me was visible. Maybe she even hopes... the time of my death. Who am I kidding? She's a murder! Or course she wants to kill me!
Not only was the killing of my watch intentional, but I believe the fire was, too. Only then do I realize the murder was playing games with me. Today she is playing games with fire. Only it's my turn on the board game to death.
Not only was the killing of my watch intentional, but I believe the fire was, too. Only then do I realize the murder was playing games with me. Today she is playing games with fire. Only it's my turn on the board game to death.
My mom always told me not to fight fire with fire. Well, sorry Mom, but this fire going to grow much larger than intended.
~Hot Cocoa
PS: I'll be showing more soon. Just felt that was a good break point.
Fight fire with fire
Fight fire with fire
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