Tuesday, March 1, 2016


A simple twist, really, was all it took.

Anxiety and fear are not so far from anger, you know?

He bent and turned fluttering pain in his chest, cold twisting in his guts, into anger. Without even realizing, well-learned guilt pierced the dying breast of anxiety inside him. Anger bled into rage.

Rage is, of course, not far removed from fire.

And so the stranger carbonized and screamed with ashen breath.

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