Fire lights at your fingertips. Black flames flickering and burning. It lights up your dark room and it burns away shadows. This isn't normal. You know deep in your soul that these flames were abnormal. Black flames shouldn't exist. You shouldn't exist. Something was screaming in your head. Writhing, loud, bright, and terrifying.  It wanted out.

thanks! this actually made me feel better about my shit writing skills! I'm not very good at proofreading so I'll probably ask someone for help with that eventually.

I've been on this site for about a month (haven't really interacted with anyone) and I finally saw the recommendation to post here if you're new. So hello, I suppose. I feel like everything I write is shit, as such I've just been reading what other's have posted and ignoring my growing anxiety about the story I'm trying to make. :)