I Survived NaNoWriMo

NaNoWriMo...and lived to tell about it.

  Inferno
by Laura Libricz

Thundering hooves speed away. Shouts fade.
Or is that the sound of roaring flames? 
The intense heat of the fire burns my cheek,
Nose stings from the smoke.  
Clothes cold and soaked, I open my eyes. 
I lie at the base of a tree in the mud;
Weak, can’t lift my heavy, humming head. 
Early August morning. The sun should be rising soon, 
But not through those billowing black fumes. 
I’ve...