I ran from the fire as a fire engine flew by, it's sirens wailing. It wasn't my fault, yet everyone would blame me. The pounding of my feet gave rhythm and order to my chaotic mind. My thoughts snapped into order, and I could think clearly. For some reason, I had always been able to think better under pressure. I took one last glance at my burning home, before disappearing into the forest behind it. I didn't stop running until I reached the pond. The cool glassy surface rippled in the wind. I collapsed against a large tree, my heart hammering in my chest. I clutched the book I had salvaged from the house close to me. Everyone would blame me. Everyone would think I had burned my house, everyone would think it was my fault. Everyone would think I had killed my family. The feelings had begun to sink in, and tears began to roll down my cheeks. I heard the pounding of feet coming down the trail. I knew I should've hidden better. I looked up. I wasn't expecting a visitor anytime soon. It was a firefighter, his face covered in soot. He reached up to push back his helmet. I soon recognized the face. I thought I would never see him again. After he had left, but here he was.
"Cam?!?"
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Cliffhangers
Short StoryThis is a book of just the beginnings of stories that I have scribbled down in notebooks, and spare pieces of paper. Most of them will be cliffhangers, and I will not be doing continuations of any of the chapters, so do not ask. You have been warned.
