I don't really post about my writing anywhere nor tell anyone in my life about it, :3 but I was thinking it wouldn't hurt to post something here. It's pretty short, but it's the opening to a "novel" I have been trying to write for like a year and a half now, though I keep giving up because of stupid writer's block...

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The orphanage fire wasn’t the end of the world. 

The red searing through the air and the smoke and destruction didn't end the world. The world still lived. Breathing and billowing smoke as it consumed the remains of the lonely building. It didn’t matter how much the fire scorched in its wake. The world had already moved on. The story of a tragic fire, which burned the homes of more than thirty children, was nothing more than a Saturday morning headline. 

I remembered seeing it posted on the walls of an alleyway the first day I was on my own. A photo of the orphanage posed in its former glory, with a picture of its ashen demise displayed next to it. The story mentioned the injured, the ones heroically rescued, and even the fortunate ones who happened to be away when the fire started. Yet, never once did it mention those who got away. Their existence burned away with the building itself. 

There were no casualties. 

I remembered five of us had planned the escape. But only four had the courage to truly follow it to the end. My head throbbed in hollow pain whenever I tried to remember the exact events. We had separated halfway through, with only a promise to reunite when we were safer. We would find each other in the heart of the city, at a place brighter than the sun, where we could eat all the chocolate-strawberry crêpes we wanted. 

I couldn’t remember their faces anymore. Fog covered the most important parts of those memories, and the background melted away into darkness as we ran hand in hand. I didn’t know what to call him anymore, the one who led me through the path to a safer place. 

Despite my memory, and despite the world pretending we did not exist any longer. My life was proof we did. I was alive, and I had a duty to find them again. I had vowed to fulfill our dreams of becoming ordinary children. Vowed to reunite us all.

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