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This is coming out of the top of my head, inspired by music. Enjoy!


My friends were over at my house, trashing it up like a rhino in a room full of china. Wine and beer stained the carpet and there were broken dishes all over the kitchen floor. Music blasted loud enough to be heard clearly a block away. The one thing that ruined my whole life was a lavender scented candle in my bedroom. It was lit with the lighter I use to light the cigarettes I have. My parents didn't know I smoked, I only did it when I was alone. The window was cracked open and a gust of wind blew straight on the candle. A spark from the candle flew onto my bed sheets and as soon as the flame started, I scrambled from my room into the play room.

Everything was fuzzy from that point on.

I heard loud sirens from outside. By then, the whole house was engulfed in flames. My family pictures, my baby photos, my trophies, everything was charred black. My little sister, Addie, was at her daycare when this happened. I had tripped on one of her toys, spraining my ankle on the fall down. I was immobilized with fear and pain, people rushed into my house as it slowly burned to the ground. The door to the playroom was locked, so partiers could enter my room.

"Archie, there's a girl in there. We have to help!" A young boy who volunteered for the fire department pushed, staring up into the window.
"There's nothing I can do, Raymond," One firefighter said with a look of fear in his eyes.
"If you're not going to help, I'm going to," Raymond agrued, putting on his helmet and plunging into the crumbling house.
"No, Raymond!" Archie shouted, sighing deeply and rushing into the house.

Raymond exited the house with me in his arms, my face was spotted with black charred spots and my hair was fried. Boy, I hated haircuts.

I think it's an amazing story, for a kid who does it in free time. anyone's writing is better when there paid. I know that, but it's still pretty awesome. would you mind writing a chapter 2? this would be something I follow.

Thanks(:

I'm working on it in Microsoft word, it has spell check :D

Same here. I would never type if there was no spell check. If you saw the rough draft for my stories, you'd be horrified.