This story is based off of the word fire. Warnings that apply: Horror, Implied arson/murder/death
The muffled sounds of the chained up girl didn't stop her from emptying the jerry can in her hands. She grinned as the sound of oil splashing against the old, dry wood of the building echoed in her ears.
She tossed the empty can away, turning on her heel to leave the room, paying no attention to the sobbing woman she was leaving behind.
She pulled out a small box from her pocket, grabbing a match from inside of it.
She struck the match against the side of the box, using it to light the cigarette dangling between her lips. She took a deep inhale of the cancer stick.
Lighting another match, she tossed the box filled with the rest of the flammable sticks into the puddle of gas in the doorway.
With one last glance at the soon to be burnt home, she tossed the lit match onto the box.
She slid herself into her car and started the engine.
She never looked back. Not once.
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A Word Has Many Meanings
Ficção GeralHave you ever had a word pop into your head, and you suddenly have the need to write something relating to that word? You could be free-writing, or it could be the next chapter of your novel. It happens to me a lot, so each time I write based off o...
