Burning Cinders Novels & Stories

She dished up for them thinking about her dream. Her cruel step mom made her to eat the burnt scrapings from the pot of stew as a punishment for burning the stew. She did not eat that night and went to bed with a sore heart. She wished for that dream she dreamt earlier to come back again. She tried to close her eyes to fall asleep but her heart was heavy. Her mind was racing replaying all the events of that day. She was all by herself with no one to cry to.

Lorien.exe has stopped working My Cinderella. What the hell? Am I hearing it wrong? I step backwards, completely forgetting the fact that my left foot hurts. "You—" my voice croaks. "your Cinderella!? Do you even know what you are saying!?" The smug smile that is drawn across his porcelain face makes it even more harder for me to concentrate, if anything, it burns up my cheeks. I am afraid my head is steaming. "Can't I call my girl, 'my Cinderella'?"

Miranda exclaimed," don't say that. Claudia and I still need you here with us. I don't know what I will do if you too left me." " Oh dear, you should now by now that death will come to us in one way or another, living in denial will not do you any good." " I know dad. I just don't want to think about it." " Ok okay let's go inside now and I must say,I love how you are taking care of mom's roses." Claudia said. " Thank you honey, I remember how Clara used to devoted herself to these flowers. She would always say that if reincarnation was real, then she would want to come back as a red rose."

They all bowed to us as we made our way to the front where five bodies were wrapped in pre-soaked burial cloth. The sound of silence is deafening as we watched Gamma Cyrus light each body, leaving Zane’s until last. The flames took hold and flickered a bright orange, licking the night sky and thick air. As the moon came to its peak, the flames turned from orange to blue, and embers began to climb high into the sky.

Being a bit confused, she tried guessing from her head but at that moment, it seemed her brain was about to fail her. "Let me go and check to be sure mom"......she said and made her way out to one of the rooms in the house. She came back in a jiffy and related her remission in these words, " they are just two remaining there". The trees were very many before, so definitely, they had given some to their neighbors as a way to celebrate christmas together in one spirit. So, the remaining two trees had no where to go yet. "We still have two remaining...., I don't have anyone else in mind to send them to unless you do",

Just before stepping into the night, he spoke over his shoulder: “Burn everything they touched.” ---

“We’ll complete the rite. Together.” — The Temple of Cinders stood atop Mount Varn, a jagged black peak said to be the heart of a long-dead volcano. The ancient lava that once spilled from it had cooled into obsidian spires, and from its summit, the wind howled like forgotten spirits. Kael and Luna climbed in silence, their hands occasionally brushing, sending sparks of heat up their arms. Her touch calmed the fire in him, yet stirred another flame entirely—one of desire, deep and unrelenting.

The concert's atmosphere grew more intense by the minute, with everyone's focus locked on the stage. It seemed like I was invisible, blending into the shadows of the concert. The dim lights gave me a false sense of bravery. I moved to the beat of the music, letting the rhythm guide my steps. She moved with a rhythm that made the air between us tremble, every motion sent a heat through me that I could not contain. I reached for her waist and pulled her close, the sudden rush of contact hit me like fire, every cell in me coming alive.

A cruel grin twisted my lips, a grotesque mask of malevolence that reflected the abyssal darkness within. The flickering light, a feeble sentinel against the encroaching shadows, cast ominous shapes upon my countenance, morphing me into a nightmarish harbinger. Instruments of torment, laid out with meticulous precision, gleamed ominously, each one an artisan's tool in the sculpture of agony. "How does the melting skin feel, Cillian?" I uttered, each syllable dripping with venom. "How does it feel when the skin slowly melts away with the acid and what remains behind is the burning sensation?"