I can feel the heat boiling just beneath my flesh. The air is suddenly thicker around me, my expression deepening. I clench my jaw, feeling that sudden chill run down my spine.
What am I feeling right now? Frustrated? No, that doesn't quite fit the devastation I'm feeling right now. All I want to do is scream.
I sighed deeply, feeling something more than just the flames underneath my skin. I am quiet, yet constantly chattering. I am calm, but restless. I am guilty, but also innocent. What more can a person feel when there is so much rage? Enangered.
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RandomA book of short stream-of-conscious stories that entertain the mind. Feel free to comment on your favorite part, questions, and if you think I should make a full story out of one of them, just vote or comment. Which ever gets the most requests will...
