Eyes open,
I’m choking on smoke,
There’s a fire crackling in front of me.
Where am I?
A noise,
Laughter, worse than a hyenas cackle.
My eyes land upon the silhouette through the flame.
A man...no a female..? I have no idea.
Dark eyes meet mine through the ever burning flame,
That’s when I feel the pain in my side.
I look down to find a crimson river flowing onto the ground beside me,
What has happened?
My eyes heavy,
I fall into unconsciousness.
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Author:
Reyas (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Sounds like ya stepped into a bonfire, or into some witches' brewing pot! I'll hose ya down!
Haha, thank you! And actually when writing this I didn’t really answer the question myself so I guess it ends up being your own imagination that decides the whereabouts 🙂
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