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Fire, blazing fire, Crimson, amber, gold. Twists of ash and embers, Souls burnt and memories cold. Fire, burning, fire, You can hear his fearsome roar.
There’s a snowy park in the distance. Although the buildings on the horizon are tall and dark, all I can see in detail are the trees on the other side of the field. There’s a football in one of them.
I flicked the lighter on, off, on, off; the glow of the flame illuminating my face in the darkness of the attic.
The sun lowered itself beneath the horizon, giving way to a new light, a blue flare rebounding off every surface, accompanied by a siren.
River let out a sigh as she fiddled with the dart in her hands, the speck of red at the tip. She really wasn’t all that surprised, considering who it was who messed up the plan in the first place.
Pandemonium around me. In the flashing lights. Screams fill the air. While my loved one fights. Flames rip through the roof. Taking memories and life. Melted treasures and charred remains.
#household Circle the stage Left to right Each seat Must be very precise All is quite Best not make a sound I shan't be caught Pouring gasoline around On the curtains A spritz here and...
#twisted When the phone rang, James Black was reading a newspaper and eating his breakfast. He reached across the table, picked up the phone and spoke: 'Hello?' 'Hello, is this James Black.
Book of matches, Jerry-can of petrol, full, Old sheets, Yellowed papers, Their aged news, forgotten, Smeared print Turned to ashes.
Notice: Not a personal experience. Flames dance. Before my eyes. Killing everything. With a smoky disguise. It all falls. Tumbles to the ground. As I step outside. Barely safe and sound.
The flames were eating up the carpet and climbing up the walls. It had started in the corner behind us, now it was spreading. We quickly ran out of the room and to the back door, it was locked.
By the time we got to April's house it was 5:55. Perfect timing. No cars in the drive way. Maybe Grace was home alone.
I heard sirens coming my way. Had the fire already started somewhere in the garage. What did that mean "wrong choice". I'm certain nobody else is here.
I ran out back and saw Adam and Ian throwing water balloons at Alyssa. Ian is Adam's best friend and a close guy friend of mine. I ran and grabbed the hose and started spraying the guys.
I had to chose which one would burn down next.
BRRRIING BRRRIING!. Shrieked my alarm clock. I hated the sound but if motivated me more to get up. I ran down the hallway to the bathroom at the end.
I backed away slowly, wiping the gasoline from my fingers on my pants. As I backed away I noticed the gasoline weaves in and out of the chairs spelling a sentence.
I sit here in the lonely quietness Bitterness fills my heart I'm cursing myself for not knowing You'd played me from the start The others around me don't notice How my fury has set me ablaze I've...
Doris, she was furious. How dare they close down her store. She had worked there half her lifetime, since the age of twenty four. In her spare time she was a member of the Camping & Caravan Club.
Taylor beckons for me as I sweep the staircase. I put my duster on one I the steps and walk over to his room. The walls were a pink rose colour. The tiles on the floor were blue with silver lining.
Detective Wood ducked under the crime scene tape cordoning of the horrific scene which lay before him.
Knocking the thought from his mind, he unwrapped a package that had been left by the door, he already knew what it was and it felt hot already in his hands.
As Rob rushed after the van, he felt anxious, nervous, worried and guilty. He'd forgotten about her not knowing anyone and look what had happened, she'd been abducted ... And it was his fault.
I heard their voices coming closer, not long now. I needed a way out. Fast.