“WHAT IS HAPPENING?!” In mid 1666, out in Massachusetts there lay in the open field was a flame engulfing the white-painted wooden structure of the house, what can be heard all while the known is being yelled, “Fire! Fire!”. I expected to see a fire in the woods not my own home, I run out of the home to only see many rooms on fire. You can hear the wood, our belongings crackling will be burned to ashes in the bright red and orange fire. We sit there watching what cannot be brought back from the fire, one by one you can potentially see what was ours once being taken into the fiery burning smoke. “The flame consuming my dwelling place.”, the fire is taking everything that is mine and I can not stand the chaos of yelling around me of the red
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My thoughts are running, but the thought that I can run in is there, all is being drowned out by the crackling but what can I save what I may think is needed, but however could that happen. The material items, “..my goods now in the dust..” and the flames are raging as boiling angry as I am. You see I am guilty, I am one to blame. Could it have been the candle, could it have been the fire warming up the food over night. Now I have nothing, now we seemingly have nothing. The yellow and red burning waves seem to take more and more with each reach, the bed ,the sewn clothes, or the food. What seemed to be a second is what could’ve been a minute to an hour, but in time I paused and no longer thought that any of what was mine could be salvaged or that tiny hope the great fire could just blow out because why did this happen to me. I just think to myself “oh god, why?” and stare at the gleaming red, yellow, and orange. I stand and stare at the dust, the ash, and what material items were there are not anymore. Oh why, “Under the roof, no guest shall sit", my home is gone. The past is every second past and cannot be taken back, if I cannot go back then I have to accept what is brought upon me. I am blank and in the outer space of my mind, although I clearly remember the hours before everything that was there, but I am here now, and so is my
My thoughts are running, but the thought that I can run in is there, all is being drowned out by the crackling but what can I save what I may think is needed, but however could that happen. The material items, “..my goods now in the dust..” and the flames are raging as boiling angry as I am. You see I am guilty, I am one to blame. Could it have been the candle, could it have been the fire warming up the food over night. Now I have nothing, now we seemingly have nothing. The yellow and red burning waves seem to take more and more with each reach, the bed ,the sewn clothes, or the food. What seemed to be a second is what could’ve been a minute to an hour, but in time I paused and no longer thought that any of what was mine could be salvaged or that tiny hope the great fire could just blow out because why did this happen to me. I just think to myself “oh god, why?” and stare at the gleaming red, yellow, and orange. I stand and stare at the dust, the ash, and what material items were there are not anymore. Oh why, “Under the roof, no guest shall sit", my home is gone. The past is every second past and cannot be taken back, if I cannot go back then I have to accept what is brought upon me. I am blank and in the outer space of my mind, although I clearly remember the hours before everything that was there, but I am here now, and so is my