Campfire Gaggle (Otherwise Untitled)
A spring in his step as he hopped down from the bucket to bound back towards the circle of folks about the fire.
burn to dirt
The imagery clouding his head brings tears to his eyes. Blood, pouring through the fields of their home, seeps to the dirt beneath him. Bodies, piled afar, lit up on firey flames, screech his name, and he knows who they are. He can only find himself...
Chapter 1: Pentagram
"fire raze!" my sword was engulfed in an aura of fire. i jumped and spiraled simultaneously as a trail of flames flowed out of my sword and burnt the creatures. "metal storm!"
Aerro's Backstory
#29 of scrapped content so a while back, was thinking of making a longer piece for the wings of fire series. this was to be one of the main protagonists. vague on description of him because visualizing is not something i'm good at for myself.
The Age of Fire: Adventures of Octavia
**the age of fire: adventures of octavia** **prologue: the isle of ice** _context: this short story takes place during the events of **the age of fire: era of the talon** isekai series.
Take Me Home
"ooh, i love fire places, rashick!" the glow of her voice was a perfect match to the twinkle in her eyes.
Taste of Fire: Born of Fire
#27 of taste of fire further and further they will be dragged into the gray. until the gray becomes black. it will be all they know. is there anything more wretched than the sun's light in the morning?
A Broken Pair
I watched the arena for abnormal activity, praying that the weather pair could keep that fire contained... "ghast, wake up." i urged. the husky groaned in protest. i was watching two bears walking through the brush.
A Day in The Life...
She dialed the fire department from the land line and made the report of a fire. she then hung up and used the wires to light a jar of grease on fire. she poured this over the counter, and it took with a furry that can only be known by a fire.
A warm memory on a cold night
"james..." muttered the fire buizel hybrid sadly as a few more tears fell from his eyes. he took a few moments to compose himself before turning the page once again.
My ending
I stand at the very edge today Wondering if I shall ever fade The tattered skirting, flows with the wind Holding me back.. from my treacherous end The cold stone, beneath my feet... Keep them blood covered, and sore... Barbed Wire, wrap around my...
Senses Fail Those in Hell
The heat seems to lick my eyes, jumping in My soul, boiling my mind like the meat it Has been, useless like matrimony, sin. The smell of butane fills the air, my brain, Holes driven in my skin, my dark blood drips On the floor, the beat that...