Sam stood up angrily; his eyes vicious.
“You can’t fucking do this!” he shouted. “We’ve been starving, dying of thirst and avoiding disease! My goddamn arms have been practically blistering from whatever the fuck kind of God forsaken disease I have and I’m not taking this shit! I’ m fucking done! I’m fucking over it! I’m not going to fucking-” he cried. His rage turned to terror.
“Fuck! Someone get some water! My fucking arms are on fire!” There was nothing there. He stretched his lanky arms out and shook them vigorously, his face contorting grotesquely. Rob’s head pounded harder. He was about collapse.
As Rob stared on in shock, he saw a glow.
A flame a sparked.
A crackling ensued and a calmness took the breath of all in the room. Before Rob could process anything, Sam’s arms were engulfed.
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Well, the purpose of a blog is to be honest, right? Not to garner attention from as many strangers as possible. At least, that is how I look at it.
I’ve slacked off on my book, but I still intend on making a complete product in 85 days. It’s rough writing for a living and writing on the side, but it can be done. It will be done. Time to finish this writing project. It’s boring as anything I’ve ever done, but a job is a job.