Tag: fire

  • Devastation

    Every school year, I counted down the days to the beginning of summer break. I was the only time I never had any rules and only a few responsibilities. I was naturally an early riser and every summer day I was up before the summer sun. There were too many places to explore on the…

  • Flicker

    As soon as I saw the flicker of the candle in the woods, I ran down the stairs. At fourteen, I knew all the squeaky steps and how to avoid them. I also knew it was Devon in the woods and that he was running away. He couldn’t run, I wouldn’t let him. I needed…

  • Ashes to Ashes

    PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox  I knew from the moment I walked in, I would never leave and I would never eat anywhere else. Every meal was prepared right in front of my eyes with a smile and a nod. The chef and I never had a conversation as our languages were so diverse, so…

  • Night Shift

    “I don’t know why anyone – or I guess how anyone – can work the night shift.  How can a boss expect me to wear pants until 9 PM?”  Angela complained the entire way out of the library and I began to wonder how she had even been hired in the first place.  Nothing she…

  • The Fire Escape

    PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox  When I first moved into the apartment building, I had a love/hate relationship with the fire escape. The love came from the fact yellow was my favorite color (dumb, I know) and that I was also terrified of fires so I was happy there was a way for me to escape.…

  • Bonfire

    The warmth of the fire did not lessen the ice forming in the pit of my stomach.  I knew to get what I wanted, I would have to temporarily abandon the woods and the bonfires I dearly loved.  I knew following my dreams required me to be in the city for a few short months…

  • From the Grave

    I knew our life was going to be hell as soon as I saw the shadow.  The shadow of our greatest crime would always be in our background and hanging over our heads.  The only problem being I was the only one who knew about the shadow and knew nothing about it was our fault. …

  • Incense

    The ash poured down as I watched the incense continue to burn.  I had never liked incense and had repeatedly asked Molly to burn it in her room or leave a window open if at all possible.  At the time, she had agreed, although begrudgingly, and I didn’t come home to a smoky house too…

  • Quitting

    “Clear the noise.  Don’t let anything bother you.  You are enough.”  I listened to the voice coming over the speakers and tried to pump myself up for work.  I had started listening to yoga music and random ‘motivational’ speakers before heading into work so I wouldn’t cry.  I found that if I didn’t pump myself…

  • Window Jumping

    “You jumped out the window?  Are you hurt?  Are Lori and Russell all right?  Where are they now?  Should I call their parents?”  Before my mother could ask more questions, I raised my hands.  She could easily get on a tirade and never stop.  Especially if she thought someone was hurt or in trouble.  I wanted…