Illusions. A fictional city. A mother.
Twenty years of existence on Earth and still wishing to see dragons, giants, warg, dire wolves, mammoth, white walkers, and a woman unburnt. Unfortunately, my life isn't as exciting as any of the book my mother compelled me to read. Yes, compelled. But those books only need a few chapters before I let myself be irrevocably in love with them. And presently, all those fantasies, all those make-shift worlds and characters still live on in my own world, my mind and my heart.
But this is not a fantasy. I don't have my own make-shift world.
This is the real world.
And shit's about to break loose.
But I will not let anyone extinguish me. For I am the fire, burning red.
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Fire Red
General FictionI have always been in love with FIRE. Its color plays from blue to orange to yellow and those other color who represents it. But there is no better color representation of fire than RED. I am in love with fire. For it represents strength and power...
