http://slow.writerscafe.org/Fire%20Mist The original writings of author Fire Mist en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775520549 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Heaven didn't want a broken soul. We had an addiction, and we'd quit- even after it killed us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire-Mist/754086/ "What?" I stared at my Mother, and she looked to me as if I was supposed to know what was happening. She looked away and huffed, crossing her arms before looking back to me."Your Father was left everything your Grandmother owned.""What about Grandpa Ned?" I asked, sounding a little distraught... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire-Mist/508435/ The phone rang through the darkness of the house; breaking through the silence, shattering the peaceful dream that captivated my sleep. Blinking back to reality, I opened my eyes to squint at the blurred alarm clock to see that it was 2:30a.m. I could hear my mothers footsteps hurry down t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire-Mist/508083/ Home. Or, as Kendal Dawson would say: "H"orrific "O"rdeals "M"ade "E"asy. Atleast, that's how she feels at first, until a strange turn of events that in the end, "there is no place like home." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire-Mist/508062/