When I was a child
I was very normal
My parents, ordinary doctors
Were also very normal
I had two baby siblings
They, too, we're normal
What god we offended, who's to say?
Perhaps the god wanted to play?
To allow their evil follower to go crazy, in a town no more than ordinary
There were screams
There were tears
Most noticably
There were glorious flames
Bright, vibrant, orange flames, raging with excitement
I made it out that day
That was what I saw behind me
As I watched those flames and my consciousness faded
I thought it was beautiful yet cruel
Life and Death
Beautiful and Cruel
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Diary Of 1000-Personas
Short StoryFrom 1st person pov or 3rd person-sympathetic pov, I'll upload short snippets or one-shots of my personal characters. I have a few favorites, but since I have nearly 100 hundred ocs in total, don't worry about a lack of content. I will upload here w...
