"Dinx don't touch that" my mother voiced, hanging out my hand over the burning hot stove she was cooking on. I was only six then and my fascination with fire was always a concern, But now a mere fascination- is now my curse. The sizzling sensation enlightened my skin in a distance harmony, The cackling nose I was so fascinated in watching as a candle burned in the distance.
If only I knew what I thought was a blessing is only a curse, burn scars remain as I left my childhood home in ashes, my parent's bodies unrecognizable the questions from the town, on how I walked away untouched simmered in the
In response to my mother's voice, I held my hand over the very hot stove she was cooking on and she whispered, "Dinx, don't touch that!". The fascination I had with fire was always a concern for me as a young girl, but now it is no longer just a fascination, but a curse for me as well. In a distant harmony, the sizzling sensation illuminated my skin. It was fascinating to watch the cackling nose watch a candle burn in the distance with such fascination.
There are many things I would appreciate if I only knew they were curses instead of blessings. It remains difficult for me to identify my parents' bodies as they lie in ashes, their bodies unrecognizable. As the town's fire department, Examine, provided me with a small wool blanket, questions simmered in the distance as to how I walked away untouched. When they realize that the burn scars are unnatural, that is all I hear. I was proked, stabbed, drawn, and in a matter of hours, I was left in a small cell with no windows or access to anyone outside the building, which is what I learned was called "The Raesym". A place where they took outcasts like me and tested them.
I spent most of my days - 3165- since I was brought here or from the last time I counted, is how long I was trapped in imprisonment. My name? Well, it's grown to be the most feared name in my small town. The way other patients tremble when I even get a chance to see what the outside of my cell looks like fears me.
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Ashes aren't the only thing that burns
FantasyDinx Maura is a mere simple girl, yet everyone fears her; even a glance in their direction leaves them trembling. But Dinx was always feared by all-she was quite the opposite of what she is now. Once a bright and hopeful child, she was transformed b...
