It’s Wednesday again, and that means time for another WIPpet Wednesday! Today I have 7 sentences for the 7th month, nice and simple!
Real Fire Eaters were nothing like the ones who performed in market places.
Eveny was burning. She struggled against the pain, away from the flames, but strong hands held her in place. In the fire. Heat lashed around her arm, radiating across her cool skin. Cool and free of blisters, but burning nonetheless. Gritting her teeth, she tried to drown out the pain, tried to replace the white bursts clouding her vision with darkness.