Burning Bright Novels & Stories

Fragments of Lily, scattering like ash. Then—light. Not gentle. A conflagration. The Child. Aged, diminished, their starlight form blazing with desperate incandescence. They throw themselves between the thorn and the root. Not to fight. To burn. Their essence, hard-won, painfully condensed, ignites. A shield of pure, sacrificial fire. The Gardener shrieks, thorn recoiling from the searing brilliance. The Child’s light dims rapidly, visibly shrinking, aging centuries in seconds. "Hold…" their voice is a rasping ember in my mind. "Hold the anchor…"

One of them speaks softly, "Good morning, Miss. We are from SEXONITE. Please do not be afraid and adhere to the rules." I nod. Then one of them blindfolds me, as soon as it touches my eyes, I feel extremely nervous. But that person reassures me, "Do not be nervous. Miss. You are safe in our hands." Then another one speaks, "We will now put the luminous water. It will feel a bit heavy and sticky at first, but as soon as it is absorbed by your skin, you will feel nothing."

She added and could help by tears to stream down my cheeks as our eyes meet as she uttered those words looking at me. I promise that will not stop until I reach the top and finally get to see the moon up close, I will shine like him and light ways for other people. I will be the best actress I can be, I will be the brightest start that people could ever write in history. “We will do our best Ma’am,” I uttered and we all clap she smiled at me and nodded. “Now, let’s finally close the chapter of Anna and Gavin’s story.” She said as she raise the script about my character name Anna in the movie and Gavin, my character’s blind husband.

she said firmly, her voice taking a chastising tone. "No, this is exactly the time," I interjected stubbornly. "I saw fire today. Once you light a fire, it has to burn and it doesn't care if this is the time or place. Fire either burns brightly or it fizzles into nothingness and smoke. Without the fire, there is no light. So, are you two burning or fizzling?" I demanded. I wanted an answer. Andrew looked at me, and I shrugged. I might be confused from the drugs, but it had sounded poetic in my head.

Felix added. The moment the fire on the stick came up. It illuminated the place faintly and revealed so many ants laying still around the place. The fire made a hissing sound as it came in contact with the air there. Baji's eyes widened in fright as he saw the creatures, he quickly looked at Felix and saw him struggling to stay awake and Joshua was already closing his eyes, falling asleep. Baji quickly slapped Felix lightly trying to keep him from falling asleep. "Felix, wake up" he whispered.

Scarlett The stars are too bright tonight. They burn above me like they know something I don’t. Like they’re watching, waiting, whispering. I lean back on the rooftop tiles, arms behind my head, chest rising with each breath as the cold night air cuts across my skin. It doesn’t matter. The fire inside me never really dims anymore. I’m always warm. Always on the edge. The edge of burning. Of breaking. The door creaks open, soft footsteps crossing the roof. I don’t need to look. I know it’s him.

A soft murmur of blessing swept through the gathered crowd as Flora’s words reverberated, each syllable a protestation of independence and stopgap. Alice, with a final snicker, murmured, “ We’ll see how long that fire becks . ” Flora, with steady resoluteness, answered still, “ It'll burn brighter than any shadow. ”

Blake jumped on the bed, and I swore it was more effective than my alarm, I jumped from the bed, and the first thing that I realized was: Oh, the bright light that seeped through my eyes came from the things that were burning around me. BURNING! I turned to Blake, astonishing that he kept on fanning the part of the bed where my left foot set. I was covered in a blanket, and because of the burning and smoke around me, I can’t see what he was fanning. But then he turned to me with a tears-stricken face. “Harriet! Your foot is burning, can’t you feel it?!”

Only the light and the pain. She tried to scream. She had no throat. She tried to turn away. She had no body. She tried to close her eyes, to shield herself from the radiance that was burning through the layers of her spirit like sunlight through fog, and she could not. She had no eyes to close. The light was not entering through her eyes. It was entering through the place where her eyes would be, the place where the intention of seeing lived, the place where she had been about to open her eyes and return to the world of the living. The light was stopping that intention. The light was burning it away.

Now, I have turned those cinders into a blade. Bennett did not lose hope, desperate to hit back after losing everything. "You think you're the winner?" The email attachment showed my face crudely edited onto explicit images, with the backdrop of our family's hotel, sent to every young member of the prominent families.