A cold breeze blows through the forest. The calm before the storm has begun...
The moon shines dimly and the forest is black. Shadows are surrounding the young girl like they always do. The young girl's name is Smoke. Smoke is sitting in the forest, crying. She knows that she will never be free from this curse. The quiet is almost over.
Heat rushes through Smoke. Her anger courses through her blood. She will burn everything. Nothing matters to her anymore. This is the end of her life but the beginning of her story. As the fire is lit, the wood will burn, but it continues to live as long as it has something to consume. As the flames burn, smoke will live, but once the fire dies, the smoke will extinguish.
Part one: The Fire
Smoke flicks the lighter on again. It flickers for a few seconds until it slowly dies. She flicks it again.
"They will never bother me again..."
She lights her small piles of leaves and twigs. It catches quite easily. She hurries to keep it going, throwing more sticks and brush onto the small flame. Once the fire grows, grows into a small fire, she takes a long stick, and pushes the sticks out of the fire place onto her pile of leaves. The fire dies with only a couple sparks remaining. The fire resurges though and lights the pile of leaves. She had created a whole line of leaves leading into her shoddy cabin, lighting bushes and trees along the path. If her plan succeeds, the whole forest will burn down along with her family and her memories. No one would ever see it coming either since it is so dark at night.
The fire burns along, sending a vicious amount of smoke billowing around her. She chokes on the poisonous fumes and the smoke stings her eyes. She bends over on her knees coughing up the large amounts of smoke that enters into her lungs. Her consciousness leaves her before long. The fire makes care not to touch her, but the smoke carries her up through the air. Now she seems to be in a dream, but the smoke and heat doesn't hurt anymore. She looks down and watches her creation burn through the entire forest. She watches the fire burn down her home.
She hears her family scream as their skin burns off their bones.
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The Storm is Created
FantasyThis is a short story about a young girl named smoke. I intended to write more short stories, but I am fairly certain that I am done with this story. I do hope you enjoy though! Don't forget to vote and comment! Follow if you want to read stories si...