Some people burn with passion, for a lifegoal they cannot help but strive to achieve.
Others burn with love, for someone dear to them, or perhaps even themselves.
But I, I burn with hatred. Hatred for a world that spit me out and left me to my own devices. For the people in it, who couldn't pass up a single opportunity to rub salt in my many wounds, pointing out how deviant I am. Even for myself, for having the guts to be born a deviant.
And now, I will see to it that this whole place will burn, too.
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Tiny Stories
Short StoryA collection of 100 word stories, based on two prompt list challenges. The first 100 stories will be based on general themes, the last 100 will be based on a list of 100 emotions. *COMPLETED*
