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Flame Urger


I'm in a forest. I breathe in and close my eyes taking in hte serene aromatics of the wilderness around me. A twig cracks and my eyes snap open. Frantically looking around in a haze of bright reds, oranges, and yellows engulf everything in sight. Darting, chasing, screaming...the smell of burning wood, leaves, and Nature burning and marking my memory. Ashes in my auburn-colored hair, my world! Where has my world gone? How could someone do this? Oh no...it cannot be...why was it me?! I swore I flooded those stinging embers, now I must stay in my personal burning hell. Heat climbing through my body the hissing of flames conceal my screams, The forest where I once stood is no more.
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