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"Changing directions in life is not tragic. Losing passion in life is" - Max Lucado. Well... that happened, which is why I'm no longer on WtW. I'll be fine.

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Dreams #fire

December 31, 2018


I sob against the wall, pulling my knees against my chest. There's nothing I can do to stop it. There's nothing anything anyone can do. I ignore the flames curling along the walls and creeping along the floor. I ignore the sweat pouring down my brow and back. 

Papers and paintings alike are crushed beneath my feet as I stomped on them. I ripped apart my pieces and tore apart canvases. I watched all of my work become as damaged as my soul. I had poured everything I had into it. I had given my passion my all. 

"Stop it! Stop, Aaron!" my sister shrieked, grabbing onto my arms to keep me from doing more damage. I went limp, letting go of my anger at once. She knelt beside me and pulled me into a tight hug. "It's okay to fail sometimes. But, you need to believe that you 
are a good writer and artist. If you don't, no one will." 

Hot tears slide down my ashen cheeks and collect at the tip of my quivering chin. I take in heart-wrenching breaths and watch as the fire creeps closer, its hungry flames filling my tear-filled vision. It already burned my work. It already burned my passion to the ground. 

"I can't do this anymore, Talia. I can't pretend that I'm good. I'm not even decent" I whispered, rocking with my sister among my destruction. She sighed and ran a hand through my hair. I let her, trying to find some sort of comfort in her presence. 

"If it makes you feel better, I think you're really good" she said softly. I snorted and pulled away, kicking at a broken canvas. 

"That doesn't make me feel better. I'm as much trash as all of this crap" I snapped, gesturing to the ripped papers and torn canvases around the bright room. 

I force my eyes shut, ignoring the heat filling the room. I don't even bother to breathe in the smoke-filled air. My dreams burned years ago. Might as well burn too. 
Quick explanation: the parts in italics actually happened to the main character. The other parts are part of his dream. 
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  • Kahasai

    Like what SparklingEmbers said, you did a really good job keeping up on the tension. Keeping the urgency is hard to do. Great work.

    over 1 year ago
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  • SparklingEmbers

    this is really good! Its so tense! :)

    over 1 year ago