Ok, so something new. It kinda came to me a few weeks ago but I haven't had time to type it up. If anyone's wondering about my other story, I'm writing it down. I've been really busy for the past few weeks, with just life itself. So I'm trying here. =/

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I was in a meadow lying on the ground, just watching the white puffy clouds pass by. Everything was so beautiful. There were red, orange, yellow, and even small blue flowers every where and the sun was shining proudly in the sky. Everything was perfect expect for the smell. It didn't smell like a mixture of the roses and lilies around me, it didn't smell fresh or clean.

It smelled like smoke.

It wasn't too strong but was just as well disgusting. I pinched my nose with my fingers in hopes to keep the smell away. It was ruining my beautiful meadow and I wondered what on Earth could it be coming from. I couldn't see any smoke, no smoke in the air, nothing at all.

I was just started my search for the source of the smell when it started getting hot, uncomfortably so. Almost painfully so. I held my hand above my eyes to look at the sun, then back to the meadow. Nothing changed, everything was still as beautiful and serene as moments ago.

But it was so hot now. And that smell, it was getting a lot stronger. I started walking around to see what I could find, but there was nothing but those amazing flowers and trees for miles, no sign that the forest was in distress, no terrified animals running away. A strange and terrible pain came to my right arm. I grabbed on to it and squeezed it with my left, hoping that it would easy the phantom pain. There was nothing on my arm, I didn't hit it on anything.

What the hell is going on?

I started running away from the where I had sat. Away from whatever it was that was happening, but it seemed to follow me. The smell of smoke was making my lungs hurt, the heat of the sun was now painfully beating on me, and my arm felt like it was all but gone with the searing pain. I fell to my knees and screamed, I couldn't get away .

I was still screaming as I jolted up right in my bedroom. I could still feel the pain in my arm and the heat on my skin. It was only a dream

Or maybe this was the dream.

My room was on fire. How can someone sleep through that?

How did I not notice that when I first woke up? The whole right side of my room was lit with dancing red flames. Everything on the right side of my room was set to flames, my shelf, my lyrics, my wall, over to my ceiling and onto my bed; onto my shirt sleeve. It took me on a second to register all of this but it felt like years as I jumped from my bed, patting my arm as quickly as I could. The flames were gone from my sleeve yet I could still feel they're deadly dance along my arm, I wanted to scream out from the pain yet I was too terrified with what was happening to my room.

The flames were moving fast toward me, as I shot out of my room, heading into the hallway toward the staircase. I was making my way as quickly as I could when the right side of my halls started to burn, turning brown as they did; indicating that I may not be faster than the fire. I kept on going though, to the end of the hall where the flames were ready and waiting on every wall now.

My mind was racing at a speed that I thought was impossible as I looked down the stairs. It looked like a tunnel of fire, the only thing not completely on fire was the steps itself, so I stepped down, ready to race my way through when the second stair collapsed.

It fell right through to the basement, almost taking me with it. I grabbed onto both the guard rail and the first step, pulling myself back up with the burning items. Flames licked at my knuckles from the walls, my hair sizzled from where they were caught and I heard a loud crashing noise as the wooden stair landed on the concrete floor of the basement.

I crawled back to the top of the stairs, standing up as I did. My body hurt so badly, the wood had scratched at my ankle making it bleed terribly.

I looked behind me, a wall of orange, red, and a bare blue covering it. I looked ahead of me, at the stairs, a pitch black whole where the stair had fell through. Then I probably did the stupidest thing I've ever done in my life.

I took two steps backwards and ran toward the steps, jumping right before the top step.

I hoped to god I wouldn't land in any of the angry flames surrounding me.

Luckily I landed on the bottom floor, rolling once before jumping right back up and continuing to run through the burning rooms. I looked for an exist but every wall was covered in flames, trapping me from using the windows as the curtains covered them. I ran to the living room, I saw the outside door wasn't on completely in gulfed from the flames. But then a large wooden object fell in my way, 5 feet in front of me and right in front of the door.

Something between a terrified scream and a low whine escaped from my mouth as I skidded to a stop, landing on my ass as I did.

Shit.

Turning on to my knees I jumped back up, running to find a different way out of this fiery hell. Black smoke covered the house like a big sickening blanket, it was starting to get to me. My head felt incredibly dizzy, and I was unable to breath; smoke no doubt filling my lungs and suffocating me slowly.

Turning to the kitchen doorway I saw it would be safer to venture anywhere but there. The whole room was in gulfed with flames, I couldn't see anything but that; everything that use to be in there was now completely gone, destroyed by those angry red dancers. It was gone.

Turning again I saw that the door way to the living room was much the same. I was screwed. I wasn't going to be able to escape. I started spinning in jerky circles, looking for any way out. The flames were closing in quickly and my feet felt like they were standing on lava.

Fuck.

I turned to a small wooden side table, it was already being eaten by the fire but I didn't care. Picking it up, I ran the few steps to a near by window, the curtains still on just barely covering it; it was on fire, and now so was my sleeve.

Christ.

I threw the table with as much force as I could muster, hearing cracking and more smashing behind me as my home fell apart. The table thankfully broke the window, but this time I had no room to step back and run so I dove straight out, falling and rolling to the ground only a foot away from the pulsing red house.

I rolled until I couldn't feel my sleeves melting to my skin, until I couldn't hear the sizzling of my hair, until I was sure that any fires were long dead and gone from my body.

The tears fell steadily from my eyes from the intense pain as I jumped up, running to the nearest house.

Fuck Shit Christ.

The pain. It hurt so much; my hands, my arms, my feet, my head, my lungs. Everything.

I never made it to any house. I never warned anyone or called any fire station. I didn't even make it 20 feet from my home.

My legs couldn't keep going and the next thing I knew I had been falling; about to make impact with the cold hard ground. But I couldn't even keep my eyes open that long.

I past out.

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