A/N: something I wrote recently for Luca's backstory but I didn't like anything I wrote after this part so;
When a house is engulfed by flames, its skin tears into itself like a dying creature. Folding at the edges like a piece of parchment held against a candlelight. It erupts within, molten yellow oozing out of every pore. It's like watching someone burn alive; it's door creaks open--a mouth agape--crying out for a living thing. Its eaves exhaust, like a tired brow, once it succumbs to its own disrepair and all one can do is watch.
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Things I Wrote at One Time or Another
Randomweird chapters or works in progress I find in the depths of my files. Mostly fanfiction.
