Opinions and advice would be greatly appreciated, thanks.
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I woke from my slumber on the soft, fluffy rug. I stretched out in the warm air and yawned deep in my chest. Snowflakes fell peacefully onto the blanket of snow, covering the winter wonderland outside my window. I reach out to touch the window that keeps the bitter cold at bay. The fireplace behind me crackled and popped, wood splintering in the intense heat. I compared the cold on my fingertips to the warmth of the room, a cosy contrast. The warm glow on the pavement completed the scene. The light flickered somewhat; a bulb must be broken. I heard the distant sound of an alarm, not a surprising thing in this neighbourhood I suppose, although it was odd for it to go on for this long. I looked at the wallpaper, not remembering painting it black, it was a shabby job too. Why would I pick such a colour? I usually opted for brighter and neater. My eyes started to haze and my breathing got deeper, I seemed to be getting sick, I thought as I coughed. I started to sweat, the room was getting much to warm, I decided it was time to get a glass of water and retire to my bed.
I turned to put out the fire; but quickly realised it wasn't alight. How strange for it to be so hot. I opened the door, hoping to tend to my fever, when a blinding burst of orange and white smacked me full in the face. The back-draft knocked me off me feet and back into the room where I realised I was most certainly doomed. My ears came to focus and the alarms deafened me, I heard the sirens as they cried in the distance. I ran to the window and in the lock found no key. I punched the double glazing as I started to scream. The black walls surrounded me, there really was no escape. I realised it was hopeless, my voice was hoarse. I turned to the approaching fire, I told it to show me its worst.
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I woke from my slumber on the soft, fluffy rug. I stretched out in the warm air and yawned deep in my chest. Snowflakes fell peacefully onto the blanket of snow, covering the winter wonderland outside my window. I reach out to touch the window that keeps the bitter cold at bay. The fireplace behind me crackled and popped, wood splintering in the intense heat. I compared the cold on my fingertips to the warmth of the room, a cosy contrast. The warm glow on the pavement completed the scene. The light flickered somewhat; a bulb must be broken. I heard the distant sound of an alarm, not a surprising thing in this neighbourhood I suppose, although it was odd for it to go on for this long. I looked at the wallpaper, not remembering painting it black, it was a shabby job too. Why would I pick such a colour? I usually opted for brighter and neater. My eyes started to haze and my breathing got deeper, I seemed to be getting sick, I thought as I coughed. I started to sweat, the room was getting much to warm, I decided it was time to get a glass of water and retire to my bed.
I turned to put out the fire; but quickly realised it wasn't alight. How strange for it to be so hot. I opened the door, hoping to tend to my fever, when a blinding burst of orange and white smacked me full in the face. The back-draft knocked me off me feet and back into the room where I realised I was most certainly doomed. My ears came to focus and the alarms deafened me, I heard the sirens as they cried in the distance. I ran to the window and in the lock found no key. I punched the double glazing as I started to scream. The black walls surrounded me, there really was no escape. I realised it was hopeless, my voice was hoarse. I turned to the approaching fire, I told it to show me its worst.