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A dark silky straight hair and round marble dark eyes that have the color of the night. He continues to find the way, and after a few hours of walking he still hasn't found a single house. It was like a big one as per the woodcutter however, there’s not even a view of the roof or any. He was about to return when he stepped on something. It was a book. Picking it up, there is a burnt part on the cover, so it means the house must have been burnt or collapsed already but it is near. He continues his pursuit until it bears fruit, the remains of the house. The fire looks intentional, seeing how they made sure to burn everything down.

Before my eyes, my memories—moments with Lucas, our seaside home, our love—were being gathered in his palm like burning spheres of fire. As a final attempt, I detonated the “super-simulation” code within me. Flames burst through the gaps between the Original Father’s fingers. The entire lab shook violently. In that blinding white explosion, when I opened my eyes again, I was no longer in the metallic city. I stood in an endless library—filled with billions of bookshelves. Every book was titled “Sophia.” I opened one book—it was the story of my life. I opened another—it described my death.

He has to get to his child. We can push the door open far enough for me to slip into the opening. It is handy to be small sometimes. I enter the room, seeing the cause of the obstruction is a bookshelf. It must have tipped and lodged itself against the door during the earthquake. I tip the bookshelf back against the wall, letting Brixtius have access to the room. A room with furniture strewn all over the place. "Eurydice!" I yell out, hearing her cries from under a fallen dresser. Brixtius moves with speed and lifts the wooden furniture like it weighs nothing.

“Thank you for that. I needed it. Anyway, one day there was a fire at my childhood home. My father had fallen ill at the time, so he was not working. My mum had to work at the company to keep things in control, so she was gone a lot. My younger brother and sister were sort of in my care because I was like two years older than them at the time. One day when my mother was gone, my father was asleep on the couch in the living room and I was busy playing video games in my room, my younger sister, I guess, thought that she could surprise us all with eggs and bacon. I was too busy playing video games at the time to even notice that she had gotten up from the corner I put them in to play with their

Something on fire. I looked out of my bedroom door only to see a woman burning some familiar books in the gardens. I paused looking back inside my room at my study table only to see all the books I had snuck out of the library to keep in my room had disappeared. I pulled on the first clothes I saw, to run downstairs to stop the woman burning my books. Those were books about my father that I had gotten from the library with great effort, how could someone just come up to burn it?

Our best bet would be if the sprinklers in response to the fire alarm would do their job properly . I was so concerned about the books catching fire that I didn't even process the fact that there was a fucking flame in her palm ! It wasn't burning her , it was just whirling around , bright red and orange colours playing with each other in fury . I should interrupt . I grab a book from the cart and stand a good 2 feet away from the men . I close one eye and position the book in front of me with my hand to make an aim . Perfect . I hurl the book as fast as I can and hear a groan in response .

Lana sighed. Lana almost tempted me to show her. That's when I decided to burn every book I owned. My neighbor Presley was never the same after the police and Bruce questioned Jude. It was late at night and I used my firepit to burn my books. The smell wasn't inviting like hickory charcoal. Presley was cleaning his grill as he often does. He tried to peek my way, but once he saw me glaring at him, he stopped what he was doing and hurried inside.

Does the vision have anything to do with when the barn caught fire? If the vision was about the barn burning down, how is it possible that I have a vivid recollection about the incident? It couldn’t be likely that I would remember anything. At the time it happened I was around 4 or 5, I think. Still looking at the entrance of my father’s shop, I thought about Granny. She would be the perfect person to talk to about this. Granny would always tell us about the fire that burned the barn completely to the ground. But she never mentioned the little girl.

“I will meet up with you at your place?” “No, I am busy.” “Busy with what?” “I have things to do.” “What things? You have just landed.” As promised Brenda phones me. “Afternoon Brenda.” “Afternoon Miss James. We have a problem here at the agency.” “What's wrong Brenda?” “The BDSM room caught fire.” “I will be there in half an hour.” I turn to Joshua barely containing my laughter. “There is a problem at The Summit Club. There was a fire.” “Since when did you become a firefighter?”

And there would be no coming back for her after that. She wasn’t built for monsters like me. So she have to walk away. Sooner or later, she would. She have to. Because if she didn’t… I would drag her into my darkness myself. And the fire between us would burn her alive.