flame, swimming, celebrated, white, tomorrow 100wc
the flame, white and bright pass me, i watch as they devour everything!
its hungery tips of sparks, lick the life and love from everything in its path!
the fire was so thick it was like swimming.
the only house that was untouched by flames, was ours… our small little cottage, i dont know why but maybe tommorrow. this house will be celebrated, maybe in the tommorrow that i will never see, maybe in a tommorow, the flames will be known, maybe tomorrow…
the first rays of sun made people queery. they steped out onto the street that had once been stricken with horrors, to find another, carefully disguised.