Killer Fire
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Thu, May 1, 2014
It's black. Darkness consumes my whole being. Tongues of orange fly up from inside of me. Screams fill my ears. I watch helplessly as my two best friends are burned alive. And then I wake up. If only it really was just a dream.
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