Round and round and round you spin. Weaving in and out of swirling circles comprised of people, Fae, and other things you’ve only dreamed about; never dared hope existed. Vaguely you remember there is life outside what dances in the ring of the bonfire, but the memories are just as murky, just as faded, as the darkness beyond.
Laugh and twirl, laugh and twirl; this is your existence now.
And if you sometimes catch flashes of hunger behind bright eyes, or feel the tingling of exhaustion working its way up your limbs, or notice the way your breath catches and heaves, unable to keep up; you push those dark thoughts aside, because it is time to dance.
Still, you can’t help but wonder if they’ll ever find your body.
We strike; flames connect and burst in zaps that leave both ends scarred. Where can I light these matches? Is that even a question? I can almost inhale the fumes from a hundred paces away.
Shannon
Smoldering, his flesh sizzled in a grotesque, wretching manner. The humour in which the civilians engaged in was that of madness. Regardless of prior morale foundations, their humanity fell away to the very consumption of humanity; cannibalism. How could one perpetuate sanity in a place so far from rational warmth? All that came was the fevered sweat of animosity.
Jessica
the pile of burning bodies was stacked higher then my head
the stench of the ashes, hurt my lungs, emotionally,every part of my conscious burned
a girl of 12, sat next to me staring calmly at the flames
she said, “Isn’t it beautiful?”
If you really think about it, bonfires represent our lives. Full of excitement, fire, and warmth. But it will eventually die out. Like us. Which is a horrible thought but that’s only when you look at it that way. You have to see the brightness in life, not the death and end because then you won’t really be living
Emily Grace
We all sat, with drinks in our hands or on the ground, plates of food in our laps, around the bonfire, gazing into the seemingly alive, dancing, fire.
I would like to sit in front of a bonfire with Zachary while we sing songs and my dad plays guitar, and there are fireflies and we are laughing. I love to gaze into the flames, and roast marshmallows, and hear the little ones giggling with a secret, that is buring in their hearts and ears like the fire. I am in love with the flames.
MJ
The bonfire was big enough to be the beach’s main light source. It was a torch, crackling with each aluminum can and bottle thrown against the splintered wood. I opened up another flask of whiskey and passed it around. The booze tasted hotter than the flames felt on my face. It was like I was setting my tongue alight.
“After this, what do we do next?” one member of the group asked.
Belinda Roddie
I was planning to meet my friends at the beach for a end of school bonfire. I was really excited and knew just what I wanted to wear and everything. Then all heck broke loose. I fell in a bottomless pit on the way there.
Laughing through the night, we sat around the bonfire. It glowed crimson the colour of your flushed cheeks from all the drinks. We shared our stories around it each night, gave each other dares but this was the last night. We wouldn’t see each other in a while again after this. It was our final night around the bonfire.
fairytales
He threwup once into the trash can. He made it there at least. He was face down on the couch with a blanket from his best friend’s closet an hour and 12 minutes later. But before then, he thought about how much he was glad to be home again.
Sea salt licked up the wooden planks. Brian grinned at her friend, uncertainly.
“Sure these aren’t pieces of a long-forgotten pirate ship blown on shore we’re burning?” she jokes, in an attempt to lighten the mood. Morgan rolls his eyes.
“Of course not. Everyone knows Rhode Island wasn’t exactly Pirate Central.” He pauses. “Maybe bootleggers,” he adds, as an afterthought, “but definitely not pirates. I don’t think we’re going to get lynched for burning some driftwood.”
lit up in the dark, concealing just enough but letting me see you as you want to be. living slowly between moments that truly stand out
Isis
the fire in the middle of the pit that exerts its energy, lit, awake
my eyes flash the red and blueish mist of radiation, it gets stronger with others
deriving from the ambitions of my intentions, waking, waiting, for the opportune flame of fury,
though content, without hesitation for remorse or rampage, the fire is under my arm pit, flickering.
I used to love bonfires. They always made me feel like I was part of something special.
Now, it doesn’t feel like I’m a part of anything at all.
But that’s allright.
It was my decision.
My way.
To deal with it, you know.
Everybody’s got a way to get over it.
That’s how I do it.
And it’s fine, really.
I just won’t visit bonfires any more.
BlueRay
I wasn’t going to post this until finishing the climax…but maybe I’ll just leaving you hanging for a second part
“I don’t forget. Do I ever?
Turn around, bare your neck
your body’s about to get wrecked.
Slut.
You want to leave your legs spread?
We’re at dinner, naughty, naughty, bitch…
Stop moving. I’m beginning to to think you disobey me
on purpose. Like you enjoy being punished.
But tonight’s is pure pain.
Hold your fucking body still.
God damn it.
I’m tightening your collar
Oh, I have a surprise for you too.
Remember the melted wax I dripped all over your clit?
Well tonight guess where I’m dripping it.
Painal.
I’m letting it dry and crust. I’m gonna sodomize you
Aw, your tears are making me harder. Calm the fuck down before
you choke and pass out and really piss me off.
Mm.
That’s better. But I know you know I don’t
forget.”
I wasn’t going to post this until finishing the climax…but maybe I’ll just leaving you hanging for a second part
“I don’t forget. Do I ever?
Turn around, bare your neck
your body’s about to get wrecked.
Slut.
You want to leave your legs spread?
We’re at dinner, naughty, naughty, bitch…
Stop moving. I’m beginning to to think you disobey me
on purpose. Like you enjoy being punished.
But tonight’s is pure pain.
Hold your fucking body still.
God damn it.
I’m tightening your collar
Oh, I have a surprise for you too.
Remember the melted wax I dripped all over your clit?
Well tonight I’m dripping it across your ass
and letting dry and crust. I’m gonna sodomize you
Aw, your tears are making me harder. Calm the fuck down before
you choke and pass out and really piss me off.
Mm that’s better. But I know you know I don’t
forget. “
She huddled closer to him as the cold raged on. The tension between them was like a bonfire, sparking and crackling and there was nothing they could do to stop it. His body was like a furnace, heating her from the outside in, fueling the fire even more than it had been before.
I told you that together we’re just
matchsticks, waiting to awake our bonfires,
and I meant it. Can you just take my word for it?
I’ll break your veins with teeth, bloodlusting…
because I’m nothing now but Cruelty.
Give me just one ember and I’ll consume you.”
I said to a boy who touched my heart, and how ironic that the prompt today is this.
I’m not capable of loving. Sometimes, I think I’m not capable of living.
and I guess I just had to tell someone that.
my life is a bonfire, your eyes reflect a bonfire when they gaze upon me. all the branches, all the dead matter, stories from my pasts and futures, burning away before the chosen focus upon the present.
The bonfire cast eerie shadows along the angles of her face. He watched her silently, not sure what to expect to come out of her mouth next.
Round and round and round you spin. Weaving in and out of swirling circles comprised of people, Fae, and other things you’ve only dreamed about; never dared hope existed. Vaguely you remember there is life outside what dances in the ring of the bonfire, but the memories are just as murky, just as faded, as the darkness beyond.
Laugh and twirl, laugh and twirl; this is your existence now.
And if you sometimes catch flashes of hunger behind bright eyes, or feel the tingling of exhaustion working its way up your limbs, or notice the way your breath catches and heaves, unable to keep up; you push those dark thoughts aside, because it is time to dance.
Still, you can’t help but wonder if they’ll ever find your body.
We strike; flames connect and burst in zaps that leave both ends scarred. Where can I light these matches? Is that even a question? I can almost inhale the fumes from a hundred paces away.
Smoldering, his flesh sizzled in a grotesque, wretching manner. The humour in which the civilians engaged in was that of madness. Regardless of prior morale foundations, their humanity fell away to the very consumption of humanity; cannibalism. How could one perpetuate sanity in a place so far from rational warmth? All that came was the fevered sweat of animosity.
the pile of burning bodies was stacked higher then my head
the stench of the ashes, hurt my lungs, emotionally,every part of my conscious burned
a girl of 12, sat next to me staring calmly at the flames
she said, “Isn’t it beautiful?”
If you really think about it, bonfires represent our lives. Full of excitement, fire, and warmth. But it will eventually die out. Like us. Which is a horrible thought but that’s only when you look at it that way. You have to see the brightness in life, not the death and end because then you won’t really be living
We all sat, with drinks in our hands or on the ground, plates of food in our laps, around the bonfire, gazing into the seemingly alive, dancing, fire.
I would like to sit in front of a bonfire with Zachary while we sing songs and my dad plays guitar, and there are fireflies and we are laughing. I love to gaze into the flames, and roast marshmallows, and hear the little ones giggling with a secret, that is buring in their hearts and ears like the fire. I am in love with the flames.
The bonfire was big enough to be the beach’s main light source. It was a torch, crackling with each aluminum can and bottle thrown against the splintered wood. I opened up another flask of whiskey and passed it around. The booze tasted hotter than the flames felt on my face. It was like I was setting my tongue alight.
“After this, what do we do next?” one member of the group asked.
I was planning to meet my friends at the beach for a end of school bonfire. I was really excited and knew just what I wanted to wear and everything. Then all heck broke loose. I fell in a bottomless pit on the way there.
Laughing through the night, we sat around the bonfire. It glowed crimson the colour of your flushed cheeks from all the drinks. We shared our stories around it each night, gave each other dares but this was the last night. We wouldn’t see each other in a while again after this. It was our final night around the bonfire.
He threwup once into the trash can. He made it there at least. He was face down on the couch with a blanket from his best friend’s closet an hour and 12 minutes later. But before then, he thought about how much he was glad to be home again.
Sea salt licked up the wooden planks. Brian grinned at her friend, uncertainly.
“Sure these aren’t pieces of a long-forgotten pirate ship blown on shore we’re burning?” she jokes, in an attempt to lighten the mood. Morgan rolls his eyes.
“Of course not. Everyone knows Rhode Island wasn’t exactly Pirate Central.” He pauses. “Maybe bootleggers,” he adds, as an afterthought, “but definitely not pirates. I don’t think we’re going to get lynched for burning some driftwood.”
lit up in the dark, concealing just enough but letting me see you as you want to be. living slowly between moments that truly stand out
the fire in the middle of the pit that exerts its energy, lit, awake
my eyes flash the red and blueish mist of radiation, it gets stronger with others
deriving from the ambitions of my intentions, waking, waiting, for the opportune flame of fury,
though content, without hesitation for remorse or rampage, the fire is under my arm pit, flickering.
I used to love bonfires. They always made me feel like I was part of something special.
Now, it doesn’t feel like I’m a part of anything at all.
But that’s allright.
It was my decision.
My way.
To deal with it, you know.
Everybody’s got a way to get over it.
That’s how I do it.
And it’s fine, really.
I just won’t visit bonfires any more.
I wasn’t going to post this until finishing the climax…but maybe I’ll just leaving you hanging for a second part
“I don’t forget. Do I ever?
Turn around, bare your neck
your body’s about to get wrecked.
Slut.
You want to leave your legs spread?
We’re at dinner, naughty, naughty, bitch…
Stop moving. I’m beginning to to think you disobey me
on purpose. Like you enjoy being punished.
But tonight’s is pure pain.
Hold your fucking body still.
God damn it.
I’m tightening your collar
Oh, I have a surprise for you too.
Remember the melted wax I dripped all over your clit?
Well tonight guess where I’m dripping it.
Painal.
I’m letting it dry and crust. I’m gonna sodomize you
Aw, your tears are making me harder. Calm the fuck down before
you choke and pass out and really piss me off.
Mm.
That’s better. But I know you know I don’t
forget.”
I wasn’t going to post this until finishing the climax…but maybe I’ll just leaving you hanging for a second part
“I don’t forget. Do I ever?
Turn around, bare your neck
your body’s about to get wrecked.
Slut.
You want to leave your legs spread?
We’re at dinner, naughty, naughty, bitch…
Stop moving. I’m beginning to to think you disobey me
on purpose. Like you enjoy being punished.
But tonight’s is pure pain.
Hold your fucking body still.
God damn it.
I’m tightening your collar
Oh, I have a surprise for you too.
Remember the melted wax I dripped all over your clit?
Well tonight I’m dripping it across your ass
and letting dry and crust. I’m gonna sodomize you
Aw, your tears are making me harder. Calm the fuck down before
you choke and pass out and really piss me off.
Mm that’s better. But I know you know I don’t
forget. “
She huddled closer to him as the cold raged on. The tension between them was like a bonfire, sparking and crackling and there was nothing they could do to stop it. His body was like a furnace, heating her from the outside in, fueling the fire even more than it had been before.
“I’m a damn hungry flame.
I told you that together we’re just
matchsticks, waiting to awake our bonfires,
and I meant it. Can you just take my word for it?
I’ll break your veins with teeth, bloodlusting…
because I’m nothing now but Cruelty.
Give me just one ember and I’ll consume you.”
I said to a boy who touched my heart, and how ironic that the prompt today is this.
I’m not capable of loving. Sometimes, I think I’m not capable of living.
and I guess I just had to tell someone that.
my life is a bonfire, your eyes reflect a bonfire when they gaze upon me. all the branches, all the dead matter, stories from my pasts and futures, burning away before the chosen focus upon the present.
i need a fire everlasting, lord help me find it.
I am on lake Michigan with my family, each and every summer. I am in LA. I am in Florida. Always it is night.