When I was young, I convinced a girl in one of my classes I could start fires with my mind. To this day, I couldn’t tell you how I did it, but I’ll never forget the look on her face when I would turn to her and smile mischievously.
Helen Cothrel
I wanted her to feel fire in her heart, her belly, her loins. But she lived in logical hateful rain. Damping damping damping . Ssssssss
You need to understand, everything began with fire. All triumphs and defeats, as glorious and as embarrassing, sometimes shameful, related to flame. And it was for this reason that fire became the focus of mans greatest endeavors in the future. And it is for this reason that you must understand mankind and it’s relation to the destructive element; for there have always been, and there always will be, men and women who have and will seek to abuse the tool that which society built itself upon, for their own selfish gains at the expense of others…
T.
Fire was what I wanted her to feel. I her head and belly and loins. But cool hateful local rain lived there, damping damping damping. Ssss.
Giles Field
The blanket was feeling warmer and I sunk between my pillows like I would have done in a wonderful hug. It took me 20 seconds to realized that my house was on fire and I started shouting like never before.
T.
it burns. it just keeps burning.
you’re just standing there, watching me turn to ashes.
you’re looking at me as if we were complete strangers.
you’re murdering me.
and my blood has caught fire on your hands.
Dennisa Verne
fire is the light that burns with wood and sticks that are light but not wet
It smells like smoke because it makes smoke a lot. It tends to be red or blue, if it blue it is really really hot. The bluer the better is generally the rule.
Laurel Blagg
The fire raged in the fireplace, slowly warming up the nervous lovers. She curled up to him, close enough to make him believe their lives would be forever intertwined. Their icy hands locked together, and as he turned to smile he was once again astonished by just how simply beautiful she was.
fire burns my life, its funny because that is his name. he burnt me and left me with nothing. i wish i could pour water on him and put him out of my life
rinny
her hair was on fire, flowing and bellowing around her, the mass of curls like the flames, running around her perfectly transparent face, flames fell messily down onto her pale forehead,
Rachel
The fire was burning in the house, it felt hot, I couldn’t breath, but most of all it felt red, a redness I have never felt before. I was afraid, I knew that was going to be the last of the days. However I wanted to feel more of that redness, wild and surrounding me.
Júlia
Earth below me, sky above me, Fire within me. This, my friends, is one of my favorite quotes. Turns out it is from a video game
cindy
The fire spread quickly among the small branches and kindling placed in the pit. The sounds of crackling fire filled the calm, and cold air with life. If only I had someone to share these moments with, maybe there would be even more warmth.
I’m going to set the place on fire and not worry about how far it might spread. Let somebody else deal with it. Let my children worry about it. Let my grandchildren worry about it.
O fogo consumia tudo, as chamas deixavam apenas as cinzas ao seu redor, em meio a tudo isso, encontrava-se uma garota, a feiticeira, ela controlava os dragões, mas não o fogo, o fogo que agora a destruía.
Clara
The nights flaming with fire. Up inside our toughts, burning blood, and cells and calories and energy exploding throught my body. Indide out. Adrenaline. I might just have felt safe.
Ava Blue
who called fire??
leave it
he cries fire and wolf and shenanigans
every day
leave it
Something was burning,
I could smell the wood and ashes
As my heart increased its beating.
It felt like my heart was bursting
As the fires engulfed my sorrows.
It was more than just sadness burning away.
It was love.
It was everywhere. I ran to the door of my room and felt it with the tips of my fingers. Almost instantly, I drew them back and clutched them in my opposite hand. There was smoke seeping in from the unseen side of the door.
I looked to my window. I knew what I had to do.
I just didn’t want to do it.
Neta Shikoba
he’s the fire of my life. he flames up the cool water i am. he is passionate, aggressive, romantic, and hot. he is intense. he burns me, and consumes me. i am the water, he’s the fire.
Jenny Lou Aldana
I would rather freeze than burn but I would rather be hot than cold. I think my priorities are a little twisted. Since I live in Minnesota I’ll get a chance to do both.
And as I gazed into the fire, burning green and blue with the ocean driftwood, I found myself thinking more and more about him and less about the other problems in my life. I don’t understand why I started staring into the fire or why it was him that i thought about, but at that moment I knew I loved him. I understood what it felt like to love someone so much that you just forget about all your problems just because that person fills all those voids left by the problems.
Bianca
burns things and provides light cooks food provides fuel creates art makes a sound sometimes feels hot
Abiola
fire is yellow and red at times.i love fire. it gives me inspiration.i identify with it as i have a fiery nature and im short tempered.fire ignites my mind to work better and strive hard to reach my goals.
aishwarya
fire is hot, inviting. why do we gather around fires a a group? Instinctual? Something about them just draws us in to gather and share. Slows us down. Makes us feel included and invited into a group.
H
There was a fire. A really hot fire, burning red and orange and yellow. I could’t even bear to look at it as it burned down the house; my description is based off what I’ve seen in movies alone. The fire could’ve been blue, for all I know. I hear that blue fire is the hottest fire. It burnt down so fast, the fire must have been blue.
Mia
Fire is cool. Well, actually, fire is hot. But still, fire is cool. In the other sense. Fire makes us feel warm. But fire is awesome. Like, when painted on cars. Do you know what? Fire also burns. And that hurts. Just imagine getting burnt. Yet fire is good.
Gogga
Cookies for Santa beneath the tree. He had to bend to get them. The fire roasted his chestnuts, and he grinned, chewing the nutty cookie.
Another Christmas nearly over. The next one about to begin. He took out the last present in his bag and put it under the tree, beside the empty plate: a gray stallion, rearing up, mane flying. Only she would know.
One last Christmas to believe. He had to make it good. There would not be another, “See you next year,” for next year, all belief would be gone.
Fire is in us. It burns simultaneously. Fire melts our eyes, breasts, and cocks. Fire is our friend, that is why it devours us. It is Agni, in indian mythology, word complementary to oganj in slavic.
Nowdays, fire dwells in the machines, and humans lost it. Therefore they are icebergs. Melting. Banana split
Mraz
it’s shadow climbs up the arm of the drinker and glows warm on my sisters face. The crowd is loud but the sentiments are quiet and care is the elephant in the room.
Bonn
since i was a kid i’ve always been afraid that my house would burn down. all memories lost…
mia
it burns, its really hot . its orange and red. Match box lighters fire place. sun. fire men. flames. candles forest fires dangerous fireflies fire escape pyromaniacs
trisha rao
Fire fire! was the call that greeted us as we return home form the supermarket yesterday. Someone had driven though the district with a high top truck, that ripped off the electric wire and it caught fire when it came in contact with the grass piece.
the fire within u moves u forward. just be happy to b alive and never let the fire wither down for u never know when the rain is gonna fall and when u no longer have the light that always guided u.
h
It’s been a hard night and I feel like I have fire in my belly. Not sure why, guess she’s just been an overwhelming day. People everywhere to much talking, to many strange idea’s. All to much for simple old me, give me quiet anyday.
fire is good and warm, we need it to make us alive, or we die without it. because we need its nessessary for our body to save warm. and not to cold. freeze or something else. haha so good. fire first was made by Promete.
George
We had a fire. it started when i was cooking eggs and the stove got caught with a cloth. i didnt see it so it went everywhere i screamed and told everyone to get out and got our dog. i was so scared. i had time so i went to get my box full of treasures. we all got out in time.
CC
It’s hot. I feel hot. But I hate fire. Fire can destroy almost everything. I also hate cold and I deffinetly prefer fire.
When I was young, I convinced a girl in one of my classes I could start fires with my mind. To this day, I couldn’t tell you how I did it, but I’ll never forget the look on her face when I would turn to her and smile mischievously.
I wanted her to feel fire in her heart, her belly, her loins. But she lived in logical hateful rain. Damping damping damping . Ssssssss
you always had this ugly habit.
the habit of setting things on fire.
your eyes hunger for flames.
you nose thirsts for ashes.
and i’m still here,
frozen,
still telling you not to light another match,
still dry and cold and ready to give you up for a summer night in alaska.
burn,
burn,
die.
You need to understand, everything began with fire. All triumphs and defeats, as glorious and as embarrassing, sometimes shameful, related to flame. And it was for this reason that fire became the focus of mans greatest endeavors in the future. And it is for this reason that you must understand mankind and it’s relation to the destructive element; for there have always been, and there always will be, men and women who have and will seek to abuse the tool that which society built itself upon, for their own selfish gains at the expense of others…
Fire was what I wanted her to feel. I her head and belly and loins. But cool hateful local rain lived there, damping damping damping. Ssss.
The blanket was feeling warmer and I sunk between my pillows like I would have done in a wonderful hug. It took me 20 seconds to realized that my house was on fire and I started shouting like never before.
it burns. it just keeps burning.
you’re just standing there, watching me turn to ashes.
you’re looking at me as if we were complete strangers.
you’re murdering me.
and my blood has caught fire on your hands.
fire is the light that burns with wood and sticks that are light but not wet
It smells like smoke because it makes smoke a lot. It tends to be red or blue, if it blue it is really really hot. The bluer the better is generally the rule.
The fire raged in the fireplace, slowly warming up the nervous lovers. She curled up to him, close enough to make him believe their lives would be forever intertwined. Their icy hands locked together, and as he turned to smile he was once again astonished by just how simply beautiful she was.
fire burns my life, its funny because that is his name. he burnt me and left me with nothing. i wish i could pour water on him and put him out of my life
her hair was on fire, flowing and bellowing around her, the mass of curls like the flames, running around her perfectly transparent face, flames fell messily down onto her pale forehead,
The fire was burning in the house, it felt hot, I couldn’t breath, but most of all it felt red, a redness I have never felt before. I was afraid, I knew that was going to be the last of the days. However I wanted to feel more of that redness, wild and surrounding me.
Earth below me, sky above me, Fire within me. This, my friends, is one of my favorite quotes. Turns out it is from a video game
The fire spread quickly among the small branches and kindling placed in the pit. The sounds of crackling fire filled the calm, and cold air with life. If only I had someone to share these moments with, maybe there would be even more warmth.
I’m going to set the place on fire and not worry about how far it might spread. Let somebody else deal with it. Let my children worry about it. Let my grandchildren worry about it.
O fogo consumia tudo, as chamas deixavam apenas as cinzas ao seu redor, em meio a tudo isso, encontrava-se uma garota, a feiticeira, ela controlava os dragões, mas não o fogo, o fogo que agora a destruía.
The nights flaming with fire. Up inside our toughts, burning blood, and cells and calories and energy exploding throught my body. Indide out. Adrenaline. I might just have felt safe.
who called fire??
leave it
he cries fire and wolf and shenanigans
every day
leave it
Something was burning,
I could smell the wood and ashes
As my heart increased its beating.
It felt like my heart was bursting
As the fires engulfed my sorrows.
It was more than just sadness burning away.
It was love.
It was everywhere. I ran to the door of my room and felt it with the tips of my fingers. Almost instantly, I drew them back and clutched them in my opposite hand. There was smoke seeping in from the unseen side of the door.
I looked to my window. I knew what I had to do.
I just didn’t want to do it.
he’s the fire of my life. he flames up the cool water i am. he is passionate, aggressive, romantic, and hot. he is intense. he burns me, and consumes me. i am the water, he’s the fire.
I would rather freeze than burn but I would rather be hot than cold. I think my priorities are a little twisted. Since I live in Minnesota I’ll get a chance to do both.
you were born on fire,
i was born on snow,
you burnt me,
i lose you,
you melted me,
i vanished you,
there was me,
the water
And as I gazed into the fire, burning green and blue with the ocean driftwood, I found myself thinking more and more about him and less about the other problems in my life. I don’t understand why I started staring into the fire or why it was him that i thought about, but at that moment I knew I loved him. I understood what it felt like to love someone so much that you just forget about all your problems just because that person fills all those voids left by the problems.
burns things and provides light cooks food provides fuel creates art makes a sound sometimes feels hot
fire is yellow and red at times.i love fire. it gives me inspiration.i identify with it as i have a fiery nature and im short tempered.fire ignites my mind to work better and strive hard to reach my goals.
fire is hot, inviting. why do we gather around fires a a group? Instinctual? Something about them just draws us in to gather and share. Slows us down. Makes us feel included and invited into a group.
There was a fire. A really hot fire, burning red and orange and yellow. I could’t even bear to look at it as it burned down the house; my description is based off what I’ve seen in movies alone. The fire could’ve been blue, for all I know. I hear that blue fire is the hottest fire. It burnt down so fast, the fire must have been blue.
Fire is cool. Well, actually, fire is hot. But still, fire is cool. In the other sense. Fire makes us feel warm. But fire is awesome. Like, when painted on cars. Do you know what? Fire also burns. And that hurts. Just imagine getting burnt. Yet fire is good.
Cookies for Santa beneath the tree. He had to bend to get them. The fire roasted his chestnuts, and he grinned, chewing the nutty cookie.
Another Christmas nearly over. The next one about to begin. He took out the last present in his bag and put it under the tree, beside the empty plate: a gray stallion, rearing up, mane flying. Only she would know.
One last Christmas to believe. He had to make it good. There would not be another, “See you next year,” for next year, all belief would be gone.
It was always this way.
Fire is in us. It burns simultaneously. Fire melts our eyes, breasts, and cocks. Fire is our friend, that is why it devours us. It is Agni, in indian mythology, word complementary to oganj in slavic.
Nowdays, fire dwells in the machines, and humans lost it. Therefore they are icebergs. Melting. Banana split
it’s shadow climbs up the arm of the drinker and glows warm on my sisters face. The crowd is loud but the sentiments are quiet and care is the elephant in the room.
since i was a kid i’ve always been afraid that my house would burn down. all memories lost…
it burns, its really hot . its orange and red. Match box lighters fire place. sun. fire men. flames. candles forest fires dangerous fireflies fire escape pyromaniacs
Fire fire! was the call that greeted us as we return home form the supermarket yesterday. Someone had driven though the district with a high top truck, that ripped off the electric wire and it caught fire when it came in contact with the grass piece.
the fire within u moves u forward. just be happy to b alive and never let the fire wither down for u never know when the rain is gonna fall and when u no longer have the light that always guided u.
It’s been a hard night and I feel like I have fire in my belly. Not sure why, guess she’s just been an overwhelming day. People everywhere to much talking, to many strange idea’s. All to much for simple old me, give me quiet anyday.
fire is good and warm, we need it to make us alive, or we die without it. because we need its nessessary for our body to save warm. and not to cold. freeze or something else. haha so good. fire first was made by Promete.
We had a fire. it started when i was cooking eggs and the stove got caught with a cloth. i didnt see it so it went everywhere i screamed and told everyone to get out and got our dog. i was so scared. i had time so i went to get my box full of treasures. we all got out in time.
It’s hot. I feel hot. But I hate fire. Fire can destroy almost everything. I also hate cold and I deffinetly prefer fire.