Burned Out Book Novels & Stories

About doom and consequences and the world burning. Let it burn.

Hell no! My name isn't Blackwood, the doctor must have assumed I took up Damien's name since he's now my stepfather. I was too weak to argue so I let it slide. “Let's check what's going on with you.” He said and moved closer to me. “She clearly has an infection. That is the reason for the fever and why she's burning up so much. Miss, do you have any infected wounds?” The doctor asked me and I nodded in the affirmative. I opened the blanket and showed him the cut I had from the tree at the cemetery yesterday.

It was now or never and the only way to find out. "I love you too," I closed my eyes and waited for the burn searing in my tattoo. There, a slight burn, quite faint but it ended all too quickly, seared on my left chest. Was that a bad sign or a good sign? I casted my eyes downward to my left chest, to where my tattoo was. I checked surreptitiously to see if it glowed and thankfully, my button up shirt was three buttons undone so my chest was still visible. I frowned when it flickered weakly, like a busted light bulb. Was that supposed to happen? Was that supposed to glow like that? Did the curse break that confession?

In the word 'nothing', many things are hidden, sometimes anger, sometimes unhappiness, sometimes pain. You never know what it means. -Unknown. |Z Y R A| Maria was right. The house was on fire and ger husband couldn't find a vetter time to encourage her to get over her anxiety about talking to other people. Because I wasted like whole 5-7 minutes on the phone call with her when the flames from our house were touching the sky. Rubbing my temple with my fingers, I walked in another room looking all black now. Most of the things we had are now burned to ashes. Good thing, I didn't had the cash for Flora's treatment at home.

She roughly grabbed the strap of my extinguisher harness and forcefully dragged me to a crumbling corner of the wall as if she were dragging a dead carcass. "Stay here and calm down first. You can come out when the fire dies down."

The ending created by silly words lost its weight at this point. I hovered above the bookmark sign at the top right corner of the screen before clicking on it. The menu popped up, and I chose to delete the book from my homepage. A notification popped up at the center of the screen. [Are you sure you want to delete the book? This process is irreversible.] I clicked confirm. The progress bar completed in a flash, and the book vanished without a trace from my homepage. Ding! My phone lit up. I received a text. [Processing complete. You have received 10,000,000 dollars into your bank account for completing the S-Rank mission!]

“So you burn with what you loved.” When I opened my eyes, I was back on the floor of our burning den. This time, I pressed wet moss to my muzzle and dialed the public emergency channel. Let him choose her again. But in front of everyone. The roof beam fell at minute three. Wood cracked across my shoulder—bone snapped, I screamed, smoke swallowed the sound. Another beam caught my thighs. Blood pooled fast, soaking the nest I’d built for her. My daughter—still safe in my womb, five months along—kicked once, weak, then went still.

she said with a twisted smile on her face, sparks flashing at the tip of the stun gun. "Dakota, go and turn up the TV volume. We can't have Aaron disturbing the neighbors." Dakota went to the TV and set it to the highest volume possible. As the TV continued thundering loudly in the living room, I experienced the excruciating pain of electric currents coursing all throughout my body. Meanwhile, Dakota just sat at her desk expressionlessly while she studied and memorized the articles in her Criminal Law textbook. "Intentional homicide is the act of intentionally and illegally depriving another person of their life…"

At this time Luther got out of his office all packed up and ready to go. "No, you will finish your work tomorrow. It's already 9 pm and it can be dangerous moving at this time. Pack up now." Joy said and Ashley nodded with a grateful smile and started packing up. "Ms Benson, Ashley is a workaholic, I've tried my best and finally given up. It's like she gets a headache from not working I tell you." Said Luther with hands up like a surrendering gasture, turning and starting to walk out with joy following behind.

The path to freedom was clear and direct. In murderous rage, I pierced my claws into the palm of my right hand, hovered it over the last remaining shreds of the book and watched Vincent's eyes glaze over with tears. I uttered a single word, "Burn." And the book caught on fire the moment drops of my blood from the cut I made on my palm came into contact with it. In Vincent's absentmindedness, with his gaze still pinned on the burning book, everything slowed down before me. I moved faster than the law of time permitted, over to where he knelt with a sorrowful expression as he watched the remains of the book become ash.