PathsThere are no wrong paths.Though not all can be correct.One can only walk.
Rain FallsRain falls constantly,Click Clack Click Clack on the roof,I can't sleep at all.
FireThe smoke billowed from underneath the door like the ocean waves at high tide. I fell to the ground with gaseous cinder filling my lungs. I saw the flames ascend the wall like a lightning bolt moving in reverse. I rolled over to my back and felt like I was looking up from the wrong side of hell. Molten pieces of stucco dripped down in a torturous, almost, erotic way. Blue and red lights cascaded though an opening where curtains once hung. An axe pierced the door in a "Here's Johnny" way. I white cloud poured through the opening banishing the flames back and choking my lungs worse than the black death that maligned me before. The fire fighters were wearing canister gas masks and heavy-laden jackets that the color was undistinguishable against the glow of the flames. They surrounded the room putting in twelve rounds against the game fire. One them came over and picked me up from the crumpled heap that I had become. His grasp around my arm tightened as we stumbled down the tunnel of flame