By Amy Albaugh
The first time Mira burned at the stake she truly feared for her life. A crowd gathered to watch her burn; they cheered when the torch touched straw. Her breath came in gasps. Tears pricked her eyes, but she wouldn’t give in to them. She felt heat rise up and touch her feet, then her legs. She was ready to scream, to feel the pain. None came. Only her clothes were burning. She stood calmly waiting for the fire to free her. She stepped from the pyre, and the silenced crowd parted as she walked away, leaving ashes in her wake.
Great opening line. Marvellous story.
Congratulations on a great opening line. I enjoyed your story. So much said in so few words.
Fantastic. Roll over, Jean d’Arc.
Aw, yeah, very cool story!