demonic-fox

The Fire of Despair I'ts late, and I climb into bed ready to sleep.  I hear my little brother trotting along the corridor to Mum and Dad's room. I do not care.  The argument was much worse tonight, I don't think that me and my parents had ever had such a row before. The consequences being that I ran to my room, not wanting to hear any more moaning or lectures. Seconds later (or so it seems). I hear the loud shrill of the fire alarm! My room is so full of smoke that I can hardly see. I stumble out of my room to the corridor, calling to Mum and Dad as I went. Their door comes into sight, and I stop dead! My body became numb with fear and