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Fire was everywhere. Smoke filled Ted’s lungs, and made him choke. He was going to die. He kept moving away from the fire as it leapt up in more and more places. He couldn’t get to the stairs. It was so hot. He looked around. Everything in the place was set aflame.
A piece of the ceiling fell with a crack. Ted moved further still from the fire, close to a window. He looked out, out at the other tall buildings, down at the people below watching the building burn. He had a choice: to stay in his world of fire and hell, and be scorched and burned to death, or to take the world outside of the flames, to have a few fleeting moments of fresh air as he flew to his demise.
He didn’t want to be kept in the burning inferno anymore. He took a chair that sat against the wall and heaved it through the windowpane, put his foot up on the sill and leapt out.
As he turned in the air, he saw above him the window from which he escaped, and felt the permanency of his decision. He reached out a hand to try and regain the place he had just left, only for the fact that he had left it, but he couldn’t. He kept turning, and as the window full of flames went away the concrete street below came into view. He was starkly conscious. Air rushed past him. He soared towards the ground for a few last fleeting moments.
Below, a car sped down the street. Mere feet from the ground, the bumper made contact with Ted, and pulled him once more up away from the pavement, into the windshield, and over the top of the car. He rolled in the air and finally landed onto the street. The car behind the first managed to brake in time, however the one behind that did not. The two collided, and exploded, and though Ted had chosen to jump, he was taken up in flames anyway.
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Sorry for the not-posting. My internet’s been owning me lately, and that in turn is proving to be unmotivating when it comes to writing. That’s why I haven’t made up some of the more recent days I’ve missed. I’ve actually missed more than I would’ve liked to this month. Next month will be better.
Speaking of accidents, I was almost involved in one a few days back. It was quite scary.