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The fire crackled and sparked in the dusk air. I built it taller than I wanted. It would take forever to die out and there was no nearby creek to acquire water to douse it. I scanned the trees around me looking for signs of unnatural movement.


I finished sipping my poorly made squirrel stew and started setting up a spot to sleep. I lay there, unable to sleep, watching the slowly dying embers. As the moon reached its peak my eyes fluttered.


I rolled away right before an arrow struck.

Yup, definitely made the fire too big…

I love doing 100 word count stories! If you want to join me copy the picture, make sure to give the photographer create and then comment your link below! I would love to read your short story about this fire!

Word Count: 100

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