Thursday, May 12, 2011

Author's Note: This is a picture post. We get a picture and we write about it. I am writing as I am the woman in the picture.

I stood there, staring at what I had done. I'd gotten out of control and I ruined it for everyone. I knew I couldn't stay here otherwise the police would arrest me for life. My decision was made, I had to leave. I packed my stuff up and started to walk away from the disaster that I caused and looked back.My home town was ruined. I didn't mean for the fire to happen. It just happened. I couldn't believe that I had started that fire and destroyed the town. Why did I do it? Why? All my memories of my childhood was lost. And so was I.

1 comment:

  1. Oh, wow, this is very cool! It's fascinating how we each see something different within the same picture. You could actually extend this idea and write a short story around this same theme.

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