Burning Me — Microstories #195

 

Fire
Fire

It was very cold as I sat cross-legged in the large town square. I was a true believer. I needed to draw their attention. Fire was the answer. The liquid felt cold as it was poured over me. Tommy threw the match.

 

Dancing Flames

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Photo Credit Danny James

Dancing Flames

The flames dance upwards
While the elders affix their stare
The children are running and cheerful
While they all happen to be there
Wait!!!!
The light in the sky still remains
We must wait til darkness participatesNow gather around
And I’ll tell you this
We are earth’s children
Among the forests hesitanceLook up to the stars
And feel our father’s trance
For we shall mow
Be expected to perform the rest

XApathetic EmpathyX

Picture It and Write

This post is in response to Ermilia and her Picture It & Write prompt.

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The moon rose blood-red

What began in tragedy

Ended in triumph

The fires devastated the world

From the cooling waters a new living thing emerged

Six on the Sixth — April — Fire

This post is written in response to Adam Ickes challenge Six on the Sixth using the theme word “Fire”.

Fire
Fire

Flames

Slowly the flames crept toward her.

Smoke

The sight of smoke frighten her.

Burnt

She could smell the burnt flooring.

Yellow Coals

Yellow coals were smoking behind her.

Sirens

She heard the blare of sirens.

HandsĀ 

Helping hands suddenly appeared from above.