She just stood there. Watching her.
The door handle was hot enough to melt her skin. Her right hand useless. Her left hand wrapped in a t-shirt. Better luck this time.
Almost blinded by smoke, she could still see her. She ran down the stairs, the heat singeing her hair. Her tear ducts couldn’t function. Her eyes were dry. She reached the front door.
She stood watching from the top of the stairs.
She was outside, coughing, lungs filled with smoke. She felt dizzy. There she was. Standing over her.
In lieu of Hydra story because they’ll be Monday to Friday this coming week, a Sunday afternoon horror story.
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? Can you smell burning? I think I smell burning?… ?
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Hehe…
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Haha, love the emoji! 😀
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Blazing. Choking. Thrilling. I need air ! Very suggestive.
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Thank you Kate. 🙂
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Run! ??
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Heh, love the emoji. 🙂
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can’t
breathe 🙂
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Ack! Haha!
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I’m glad she made it out!?
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Mmhmm. 🙂
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Phew at least she made it outside
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Yup!
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Bit of a dark weekend i’m noticing here…?
I’ve been feeling a bit shady myself of late. 😉
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Heh, cheers fella. The last 5 stories of the new book are going out Monday to Friday this week so filled the weekend with horror to get everything timed right heh.
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Wishing you all success in your current venture – you deserve it! 🙂
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Aww thanks man! 🙂
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