Matchsticks
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Ongoing1h 48m
Last published Sun, Jan 27, 2019
Intro:
I turned around, not because of any sound, but because of the intense smell of charred wood coming from behind me. It flooded my nostrils and forced me to breath out of my mouth-which wasn't any better.
I could feel the heat on my back, even though I was several yards away. I turned around and was flooded with the image of loss, death, destruction. My eyes burned from the smoke. It felt surreal, like a mirage. I watched this beautiful country home decay and fall into itself. It looked familiar but then again nothing about it triggered any sort of memory.
It was practically noiseless which made me realize that my hearing was impaired, there was blood trickling from the corner of my ear. I pressed my hand to it and looked at it in awe. I had never gotten so much as a cut, now there was a steady flow pouring out of the side of my head. Or had I? All of a sudden I was acutely aware that I had no memory whatsoever.
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