100 Words or Less: Pyro
I stare into it, mesmerised. The dancing flames encapsulate me and send me into a world of pain and torture. It’s warm here, too. A comforting warmth that reminds me of when I was sat in the kitchen, using the heat of the oven to warm me. The blue flames roared silently, but I could hear them. I could hear the thousands empty screaming souls that were being released into the confines of the oven. The noise stopped as soon as my mother pulled me away.
It wasn’t long until I heard them again, including her own.
Misunderstood, fire is.
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