Fire Part 2 I closed my eyes and listened to the crackling noises of the fire around me. With every breath, more smoke filled my lungs. I started coughing as the heat grew in intensity. It felt like I was bread in an oven. I had been beaten and now it was time to see what happens when I'm baked. Faint memories of a happy family, a beautiful young lady with a handsome man. Both laughing happily as they play with a young boy. It was a memory of warmth, happiness, and belonging.Fire Part 2 by Econ7721
“Jaminson.” I could finally hear my mothers voice. Jaminson was a kid who had once belonged. Jaminson, a boy who had once been loved. Jaminson. With each time she said my name, my memories grew fainter. Jaminson, a kid who no longer existed. The crackling fire came to my ears once more. I could barely breath, my lungs were coated with smoke and ash. “Jaminson.” Why did she keep calling me that. I wasn't her son. I was a lost soul force
Fire Part One I walked that street everyday. It was long, straight, and dreary, your typical alleyway. It was deep in the abandoned parts of a town. No one ever went there, they said it was too dark . I liked it there. I guess it was like home to me. I've been told I was born on that side of town, back when it wasn't abandoned. It had been just as loud and as busy as the chaos half a mile from there. I've been told that my parents both died in a fire when I was 4, and that I somehow survived. I was placed in an orphanage, where I lived until I was 14. No one adopted me, that's just when the town started going bankrupt so they shut down and closed off half of the town to preserve money. All of us orphans ended up on the street. Some people were nice and allowed one or two of us to stay with them. Kids I grew up with suddenly had warmth from the bitter cold and food in their bellies. No one wanted a 14 year old with bangs over his eyes. A 14 year old who is quiet and has anFire Part One by Econ7721
Just an artist starting out. I've always loved to draw, but I never started taking it seriously and understanding how amazing and fun it can really be until about a year ago.|
I also write. I write books, short stories, and poetry.
Photography is a budding interest of mine. I'm pursuing a professional photography job currently.
All that aside, I'm a pretty easy going person and love to meet new people.