She opened her mouth, and light tumbled out. But it wasn't pure light. The room was full of shelves, a library of the knowledge I possessed. And she opened her mouth and the books began to burn. Fire consumed me and everything I knew. everywhere the light touched burning hot and painfully. The woman with the light, she brought sorrow.
Inspired by a recurring nightmare of mine. Also, I tried my hand at a short story. Check it out here: http://figment.com/books/899447-Run It isn't very good but I could use constructive criticism.