Zooey had collapsed to the ground, hyperventilating. “You…are…certain…?” His eyes closed in an effort to calm down.
Judas was inspecting the temple ruins. Not that there was much to see in the charred remains. “They left before the fire,” she said in a puzzled tone. “How did they know? How could they have known?” Judas turned to Zooey. “Unless…”
By now, he had calmed down enough to answer.
“Unless, they started it,” He nodded. “But, why?”
Inspired by
Judas watched Zooey turn back into the forest. She knew he shouldn’t go alone. She knew she should be right beside him.
So w…
A sequel to Because It was Arson
About the author
Laine the Grey
At a charming little cattle farm, near a pretty deadly lake
I am now officially in the League of Awesomeness as The Sarcastic Scribe
There are those who say that life is like a book, with chapters for each event in your life and a limited number of pages on which you can spend your time. But I prefer to think that a book is like life, particularly a good one, which is well worth staying up all night to finish. —Lemony Snicket
Books I am Currently Reading
Breakfast At Tiffany’s by Truman Capote
Suite Française by Irène Némirovsky
City of Ember by Jeane DuPrau
As it were, summer is drawing to a close…This year, I am undertaking AP English and a potentially useless year of gym…
So, if I’m not on Ficlets as much as I used to be, deal with it.
Most of my Ficlets are inspired by books, Billy Joel, or Jack Johnson songs.
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“Good night, my angel, now it’s time to sleep and save these questions for another day. I think I know what you were going to ask”—“Lullabye (Goodnight, My Angel)”, Billy Joel (Part of the Billy Joel Posse with T. F. Torrey, pens&feathers, and BARomero.)
Published on July 01, 2008.
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