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BUTTERFLY KILLER
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Ongoing, First published Feb 02, 2019
I stood there with my pointer finger extended like my mother told me. I waited in wonder for a beautiful creature to land on it, my eyes wide in amazement as one landed on my finger I turned to my mother to see she wasn't there anymore flames where my mother once stood. Smoke filling the air, all I could hear was my mothers screams. It was very... satisfying in away. 


 I remember firefighters walking me out, but my mother didn't follow she laid there on the ground not moving, the glass shattered and the building went down. I saw her burn to death and as I walked away I couldn't help but stare as the butterflies wings burn off them.and they fell around my mother. 

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