"burn Those Who Burned Me!" Novels & Stories

Just a few lines. *I was the flame you all feared. I was the ember no one claimed. But I chose to burn anyway. *And beneath that, scrawled in a child’s messy hand: “We’re still burning. For you.”

Wear me, or let the world burn. The pressure in the air solidified. The hunger had a name. I held the shard up to the moon. And the decision I made would either save us all… …or bury us in the dark.

I'm happy. "This girl is on fire... This girl is on fire... She's walking on fire... This girl is on fire everybody stares at she goes by... Cause they can see the flame that's in her eyes... Watch her as she's lighting up the night nobody knows that she's a lonely girl and it's a lonely world but she gon' let it burn baby, burn, baby..." The crowd are so wild, what the? OMG! I'm so honored. "This girl is on fire, this girl is on fire, she's walking on fire..."

When the most popular amusement park in Crestwater—Fableland released a special offer for pairs, my girlfriend, Alice Winslow, bought two tickets without a second thought. One for herself. And one for my childhood friend, Troy Prescott. After linking their tickets to their IDs, she turned to me. "Hunter, did you get yours?" By the time I came back to my senses, the two of them were already walking towards the entrance together. I hurriedly bought a single adult ticket. As soon as I got through the gates, Troy messaged the group chat. "Hunter, you're too slow. We're going to check out the attractions first. We're not waiting for you." It was supposed to be a trip for three, but they wer

A gas leak started a fire in the house. The flames closed in around me as I fought to make a call to my oldest brother, Stellan Fontaine. Stellan, the fire chief, arrived with his crew. But the ladder truck stopped at my adopted sister Piper Prescott's window, where there was not even a trace of smoke. "Piper's been timid since she was a kid. Get her down first!" Clinging to the window frame, I begged him. "Stellan! The flames are almost on me!" He did not even look up. "Immediate family gets evacuated last. That's the rule. Otherwise, I'd be using department resources for personal reasons." As Piper, still wearing her clean nightgown, stepped onto the ladder, the flames swallowed the d

I stepped into the hall, my heels clicking softly against the tile. Every step echoed the same thought, the same quiet vow. They tried to burn me alive. Now I’d burn their world down instead.

Something permanent. And if that meant walking through fire? Then let the world burn. I wasn’t losing my son to silence again. Not this time.

Elena walked back to the bonfire with sand in her shoes and Noah's warmth still pressed into her skin like something she'd never asked for and couldn't give back. She almost turned around twice. Didn't. The fire had gotten bigger—someone had thrown on more driftwood—and the group was louder, drunker, easier. A girl was doing a terrible impression of their Spanish teacher and everyone was losing it. Normal. God, so embarrassingly, achingly normal. Elena stood at the edge of the circle and blinked at it all like she'd just surfaced from underwater.

"Don't bother inviting Joshua to the funeral. I don't want him anywhere near it. Our bond just wasn't meant to last in this life, Rue. It'd be great to see you again if there's life after this." My eyes went wide as I watched that frail figure leap from the 17th floor. "Margaret!" I screamed in pain. At the same time, I could hear the familiar wail of fire sirens.

Half an hour later, Dennis sent a message that read, "Apologies, Derek. You were the one who suggested burning your wife alive to save us the trouble. You were too slow in withdrawing your men, and now she's nothing but ashes. "That being said, in view of the Church family's sincerity in giving us half your territory, I've instructed my men to wrap her up and return her to you for memory's sake." Not long after, a bag of ashes was sent to Derek. Along with it was my divorce agreement and recording pen. The recording pen contained audio of the words I had whispered to keep him conscious when I rescued him back then. Clutching the ashes, Derek laughed and wept like a man unhinged.