Diora
Smoke and screams.
More smoke and more screams.
“My daughter!”
“She's in there!”
I could feel my skull splitting into pieces, strained whimpers leaving my lips. The echoes of the angry flames just outside the door threatened to rip the wooden furniture off its hinges. With the heat pooling into the room, leaving a scorching sensation on my skin, I knew it was only a matter of time before the fire punctured the door. It left a stench of death lingering in the room, alongside a trail of smoke that slithered into my nostrils, emitting a fit of violent coughs from me.
The scalding sensation intensifies, flames mounting onto the door, woods crumbling onto one another, agonising screams rippling through the air. My breaths were dragged in helpless wheezes, my entire body paralyzed be
