THE book OF secrets
Silence. The sharp, grating sound of metal scraping against metal. Sparks flying, burning golden and orange into the still night. A sharp breath. Heart pounding. "It was just a dream." "You don't have to worry about a thing." But you do have something, someone to worry about. They're right outside your door. Who else would be knocking at midnight? An old raven that's lost its way? No. You're stuck in your own nightmare. You're the only one that can bring yourself out. But you can't get out. There is no exit. You could escape. But you.. You'd rather die. Burnt.
A/N: This is just a collection of drabbles. Because I have no ideas. I'm using music but it's not working dangit. So, I decided I would do some drabbles for inspiration to come knocking at my door. As for this drabble, I have no idea what the living heck it's about. I'll just call it Grate cuz fire. Grate. Yeah, whatevs. Well, hope you enjoyed my sorry excuse for a story.
