As the smoke spreads, my hands catch on fire. We throw it away, but like a magnet, it will come back. Tricks and play time is what we call this game of ours: we play with fire. Some days, it will sit still and simmer softly on our fingertips, whispering all it’s hopes and dreams into our ears. Other days, it will dance for us, moving together and spreading across our bodies. The wind is their enemy, their competition. It threatens them to no end until our arts help the flames to lick the sky and win each match. But whether it is ready to burn brightly or dimly, we will always be prepared for the next round…
Author notes
just something i wrote last year when i was bored in history class....
["Kidnap the Sandy Claws" no i dont know what movie its from]
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Comments
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That was...deep. In a good way
I really enjoyed it! It didn't really sound like a starting paragraph to me, but it was very well written. A great piece 
thanks for entering!
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oh sorry. i kind of meant to expand this into a story..and that was the preface. sorry it didnt really fit.
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