This is a one shot/poem about Sam.
Fire cleanses, but also destroys.
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It wasn't that far-fetched
Flames had been following him his entire life
Stealing loved ones
Fear succumbed in a simple candlelight.
Sealing his fate with their licks of fire and agony and despair and hopelessness
Flames have no control
Trailing him through everything
Burning those deserving in pits of hell
Burning the innocent and confused.
Flames cleansed the bones of the wicked as well
Burning in continuations from their previous resting in Hell.
His soul trails gasoline as the flames gather speed.
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Even though I am working on Blacker Sheep at the moment, for the past few months I have
Been thinking of a story that I have yet to come across…
Sam having Pyrophobia.
(A fear of fire)
I know it's a stretch, and I know that they use fire to salt-and-burn corpses to cleanse and release
Spirits, but fire has taken everything from him.
It would be a real vulnerable story that I'm going to take a shot at a later time.