The flaming house was burning, feeling the splashes of warmth by me, escaping my melting heat. Depressed after losing his house, remembering the memories related to the house.
As the dark setted, two sisters saunter outside on the field, holding a lamp. Seeing an unknown blurry character in the distance. Passing through the fogs. As the character closens. We move backwards and run.
Looking left. Then right. Sneaking the bacon into my bag. Looking again, right, then left. Making sure no one looks and catches me. As I lurk out of the shop, I see two giants in uniform, running behind me. As I run through I...
