

tendaji fogThe sun roared.tendaji fog
The wind roared.
I roared, the course sound rippled through my tense body sprung for the pounce, in to the sky.
I trembled, the muscles in my back felt like a whip. I hopped alongside the ground, felt the dust split beneath my feet. Hot, air travelled to my lungs. I dreamt of water. The cool liquid dripping down my parched, red, throat.
I convulsed, eyes rolling. I roared again. Why must I wait?
I was like that, my beady black eyes see, not only the here and now, but also the soon to be. And so, I knew to wait.
Two black shapes fell next to me


bonfireThe groan of freshly cut branches the creaks of old furniture, the things people dont want. The young boy, match in one hand, tinder in the other, kneeling to put an end to the lost and unwanted things, cursed they are, for they can be burnt. The match was dropped.bonfire
The tinder glowed for the few seconds it was burning, before it was a layer of ash. The wood cracking and fizzing in protest as it felt the glowing fire bite and snarl greedily as it raced up the rough bark. Soon nothing was safe from the fire beast, covering everything in a burning blanket, leaving only ash as it fed.
It licked the feet of those c
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