There was something about the way the light source danced that had the small child captivated. The subtle gradient the flames held reminded her of a sunset, the way they blended together so seamlessly that if one wasn't paying attention, they could mistaken it for a solid colour. To put it simply, it was beautiful. Although it could destroy everything she knew, and it would if given the chance. There was always something that was best summarised as beautiful about the element of fire.
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Random Writing that I did when I was bored
Random- Welcome - This is a 'little' collection of writings I've done. These include Writing warm-ups, experimenting with character dynamics, one-off ideas and bits and pieces of work-in-progresses that I've taken out for whatever reason. If by some off...
