The Arsonist

Eliz



He stood there.

The intensity of his penetrative gaze was brighter than the flames ahead of him.

The sound of fire-crackling ,feeling of scorching heat and a thick scent of melted paint and burnt wood bitter to his nostrils; an abomination to the air surrounding him.

But this was his safe haven.
He was The Arsonist, consumed in seeking revenge in the raging fire.

  • Author: Eliz (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 14th, 2017 11:33
  • Category: Unclassified
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