Stories tagged “fire”
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Roasty Toasty
I feel it singe my body, almost too hot to stand it. Yet my back is freezing. Funny how sharp the contrast feels when part is warmed and part is left unattended to face the dark night. I twist and shift in my seat, trying to gather more of the fireR...
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Fallen Angel
“Come on it will be fun, you need to live more.” – “I think am fine right hear Rachel.” – “That’s not living your life Carl.” -“Pipe it Kat.” Carl sat on a grassy field watching as Rache...
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Dying Embers
..[].. Torched, charred. Ashes. Lina – silenced forever. ..[]..
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The Land Of The Forsaken
Devils March a city of the fallen. The skies were dark, but no rain drops dared to fall on the forsaken town. The walls were painted red; the windows were painted over with the cross. Stables were in piles from fires set by the town’s people. Women ...
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Magnum Opus
As the aftershocks rattled the air, I looked at Wendy. The fire danced around her, pointed tongues licking her, but not consuming her. I was reminded of that day I saved her from her own home. I had dragged her out of the flames and neither us had been...
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Arson God
Burn down. Burn to cinders, to ashes. Let the fire consume, bring sweet release to an existence you never fully understood. I am a messenger. The fiery hand of God sweeping sulfur and ash across a dead and desolate land. You are my sweet incense, you a...
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Say Goodbye
Hear the doorbell ring. Answer it, don’t. Something is wrong, but not. Open the door and feel the heat. Hot, but cold. It’s burning me, flooding me, washing over me. Screaming. It’s not me, I’m not screaming. No one is coming, n...
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You Think That You're Safe... But You're Never Are
You’re never safe. No even where you feel the safest. Your own home. She unlocked her door, and flicked the light on. he waited until she had walked into the living room. By the couch, where he hid. She had slippers on. Perfect. He reached out, w...
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Merry Christmas part 1
I take a deep breath, my nose being flooded with the fragrance of kerosene. I’m almost done, nearly finished now. Soon it will be Christmas, and I have a great gift for her. I wrap up the small box, and gaze at it. My intelligence really knows no...
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I am Death From Above
I am death from above. I am a destroyer of cities, wielder of fire of the gods, hell’s own instrument of vengeance against the enemies of my masters. I am a steel-clawed hawk of oblivion, master of the sky, bringer of the sun to earth, nemesis to...
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Last Shot at Life
More of the house crashed down around us, and flames were licking at our feet, while smoke clogged our chests. We finally had a chance! The only problem was, we were on the top floor, and the garage was on the bottom, surrounded by zombies. With one cl...
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12 Word Novels
I sat and watched as the reds and oranges blazed the towns. Pink, blue, and green ribbons welcomed her home after her long night. He killed her viciously. That’s all the information they needed to know. I see her in the hallways. And all I think is e...
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Fire, Strong and Weak
I stare at the candle burning as I held it. The whole place around me is silent as we walk and candles flickered all around me. While staring, I see the flame start to go out. Putting up my hand to block the wind, the flame becomes stronger. I start to...
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Her and Fire
I light a candle For her spirit Looking at it The fire burns bright She is that fire Her personallity All bright and strong Dancing in time and wind Catches your eye And is unlike any other Fills us with warmth And is unpredictable Fire never dies It m...
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Dear Caveboy Billy, from God
Dear Caveboy Billy, I told you not to play with fire. What else can I say? Love, God PS. You probably heard me laughing.
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It's What's for Dinner (Challenge Re-post)
Prometheus gets all the sympathy. Sure, he set himself up as some sort of hero to those humans, what with giving them fire and all. But trust me: They would have figured the whole burning thing out themselves, especially with Zeus hurling his lightning...
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Genetic Drift
After Faerie returned, the mundane corporations, naturally, scrambled to figure out how to capitalize on new revenue streams, how to maximize profits beyond CEOs’ wildest fantasies. Perhaps no one benefited as greatly as Monsanto, with its chemis...
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Psyche
The fire spreads before them, a carpet of flames and heat; her eyes are wide and frightened, his, lazily half-closed in twisted humor. “You maniac!” He smiles.
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Burnt
I can still see the bright flames piercing through my eyeballs. I can still feel its horrific heat against my skin. I’m laying in a hospital bed, listening to the steady beeping of various medical machines. Slowly, I move my hand up to touch the ...
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Pyro's Anonymous
Hello, my name is Charlie and I am a pyromaniac. I used to just watch fire, for hours on end, watch it dance and perform, just for me. Then one day I picked up a lighter and never put it down. The flames cheered for me, and raised me up as their god. I...
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Fire and Ice (antonym challenge)
Fire. My body burned for her. I could not douse the flames that consumed me. I thought about her every second of the day, what she was doing, thinking, where she was in relation to me. My mind produced images of her long legs, long hair, sparkling smil...
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Scorching..
Scorching her face, the backdraft blew her hair back as she squinted after her hero whose silhouette seamlessly faded into the orange flames.
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8: The Matchbox
Vasili’s father had given him the matchbox the day he died. The ground had been thick with snow, stained red with blood. His father had pressed the battered little box into Vasili’s hands. That was the last time he saw his father. He held t...
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Fighting Fire With Fire
Dense smoke floated heavily on the sea air while cannons barked and cannon balls whistled through the air. The calm of the sea was disproportionate to the battle that raged in it. Two ships faced off. One bore the flag of the East India Trading Company...
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There's No Place Like Home
When we looked at the ashen earth where the house had been, there was a dull silence that fell over us. Everyone had made it out safely, so there was no real reason to cry, but tears welled in my father’s eyes anyway. The fire department gave us ...