The blue Flames
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I watched as the flames consume the building. The home. My home.
I stood stuck in my place and unable to move. Frozen, watching the colorful light from the fire dance between blue, red and orange.
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This is a story of a girl fascinated with fire.
This is a story of a girl who can't talk.
This is a story of passion and family.
This is a story of a girl.
A girl named Tyler.
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Very slow updates if any
First written - way to long ago
First posted - Oct / 2020
Ended - never lol
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