(I'd also like to post a storie here just to hopefully get a reply on one soon.)
Twist, twist, twist. A spark emerges from the sticks as heat fills the area like an exeplosion. the room filling with light as though the sun had come in a blazeing moment to drownd the dark out of the sky. The life of the now blazeing light is waveing, twisting, thrusting, crashing, crushing. All sorts of movments only the wind able to change its course. This now liveing light grows wilde and viscious attacking all that come close with a chance of death. But this new life like all others have a new preadator. like the mouse infront of a snake that is being charged by an egal. One swoop its gone as the cold stream runs. The light trys to grow and flee from its new enemy but the stream is driveing to fast. CRASH! The light is hit and the stream starts emptying but the light lowers and lowers and lowers tell finaly its nothing but black pouder but small gusts of it flying off of it with a dark color leaveing nothing but the barren wast of what it has caused. the stream had run out after have of gotten its prey it sinks in and makes home....



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