Close to the horizon the blue sky
was peeking through the storm,
but that didn't stop the
rain, from falling down, down,
down onto the ground.
Just tell me when you're
trembling, scared, and shaking,
I'll bring you hot chocolate
to throw the shivers from your back
to relight the fire in your heart
Showing posts with label fire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fire. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Scorching
The heat was scorching, utterly suffocating, it seared you clear to the bone sending screams of agony from your throat. And with the sound of your own voice calling out you wake up startled then absolutely relieved to find yourself in bed and not consumed by flames. The relief washes over you like a wave, cleansing, calming you down 'til you can breath easy once more. You pat the sheets and mattress around you, fluff the pillows and try to get back to sleep. You're almost comfortable once again, you're wary that the dream might return, but you're tired. You're almost asleep asleep when you smell something burning; something burnt.
Jumping out of bed without a thought, you are like an animal filled with nothing but panic and terror: your need to survive is absolute. You get to your door, the knob isn't hot yet, but you smell smoke. Quick! Hurry before things get bad. You scurry through the house with hardly a thought for personal possessions. Through the backdoor you roll onto the the dew covered grass of the backyard, escaping deftly as the house becomes engulfed.
Jumping out of bed without a thought, you are like an animal filled with nothing but panic and terror: your need to survive is absolute. You get to your door, the knob isn't hot yet, but you smell smoke. Quick! Hurry before things get bad. You scurry through the house with hardly a thought for personal possessions. Through the backdoor you roll onto the the dew covered grass of the backyard, escaping deftly as the house becomes engulfed.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Through the Door
Through the door, through the window, he came in. Drenched in smoke, thirsty for fire. Two steps over the threshold, he lifts his head back and shouts with all his might. Stumbling into the kitchen, grasping for a drawer handles, throwing them out across the room one by one. Finally he encounters what he is looking for, a box of matches. One small stick is removed, flipped, and stroked across the side of the box, erupting the head of the stick into a small flame.
Greedily the man's eyes gleamed, mouth opening wide, small flaming stick flicked in. With a quiet crunch the match is broken in his mouth and his whole body seems to be aglow. He smiles in satisfaction. Closes his eyes and disappears.
Greedily the man's eyes gleamed, mouth opening wide, small flaming stick flicked in. With a quiet crunch the match is broken in his mouth and his whole body seems to be aglow. He smiles in satisfaction. Closes his eyes and disappears.
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