Tag: fire

  • The Firefighter

    I had been in love with firefighters since I was in kindergarten. It was the first time I had been rescued from a house fire. Since then, I have been rescued eight more times (but who was really counting?) Not every fire had been my fault, but I moved often enough no one in an…

  • Flickering Flames

    As I watched the fireplace flicker, I wondered if this was what the rest of my life would be like.  Sitting, watching and waiting for the next event.  I wasn’t sure how to get things done, how to get things started.  I needed to get out of this house, but I couldn’t let my aunt…

  • The Street Performer

    There was something about the street performer that reminded me of my childhood. There was something about his voice. His clothes. His demeanor. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what was so familiar and why I seemed to know him, but I was more suspicious when he wouldn’t make eye contact with me. I…

  • Fourth of July

    The Fourth of July was always my cousin’s favorite holiday. I never understood why, but I think it had to do with the fact she was obsessed with fire. And it was the only time of year she was allowed to play with anything relating to fire. Amelia was not allowed to light smelly candles,…

  • The Earthquake

    Check out my story on the Booked Solid in Santa Fe blog!

  • Alton High

    I had never wanted to be in on the joke. I hated pranks and this one seemed especially horrible. Not to mention dangerous. But since Joe and Charles were the masterminds behind the prank, the show would go on. At eighteen, the two were the Kings of Alton High and no one ever dared to…

  • My Roommate

    I always knew my roommate was into some odd things, but I never knew how far she had fallen. It was her charisma, her charm, that pulled me in. I had always been told I was naïve and a little too loyal to those I would blindly follow, but I always thought I was going…

  • Fast Food

    Every time I went out of town, I always ended up in the same place.  It didn’t matter where I was headed or when, I always ended up at the corner of Main Street and Water Avenue. There was nothing on this corner for me – the only thing here was a Dunkin’ Donuts and…

  • The Icy Fingers

    I knew I was in trouble when the ice cold fingers grasped onto my arm with surprising strength. It took me longer than it should have to realize what was happening and before I could scream, another hand covered my mouth.  “If you scream, we both die. If you stay quiet, then we can escape…

  • Hollow

    “Everything inside me is hollow. I can’t… I just can’t believe…” Isabelle stopped in mid-sentence and in mid-stride. I watched her from my bedroom window and wondered what she was saying to herself. Why she seemed to be in such a panic. She was acting like everything had gone just as horribly as it did…