Burning Low Novels & Stories

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.

They just move inside you, burning quietly, forever. THE END.

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.

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.

"Why don't you sit down and I will get you some toast. Lavender urged and led her to a chair at the table, avoiding the question. Lynexia felt it in her heart that her parents didn't make it out of that burning house. No one would avoid a question unless the news was bad. She slumped in the chair. She put her head in her hands and howled with pain. Lavender abandoned the tea and toast to comfort the young female. "I'm sorry, young one. I know it's hard to lose those you love. It is the worst pain anyone could ever feel. In time you will have a little less pain. You will, one day, be able to grow from this. " lavender assured.

August flinched from the shattering sound. "That time our whole family was alive Steve! Do you even hear yourself!?," Adriel roared. "Have you forgotten what they did to us? It wasn't you who saw them bathed in blood, it was me. And our mother? Think about the pain she endured when her whole body was burned. Were her mighty husband and three children able to save her? No." August cried silently allowing his brother to let it out from his heart. Adriel snatched the unfinished bottle from the table chugging the contents down his throat. He gazed at the portrait of the beard man on the wall with resentment. August followed his gaze where their father's picture was hanged.

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

, said Luther as he stood up from his sit and held Joys chin as he turned her head side to side trying to take a good look of her face. "You look all pale. You haven't been eating, have you?" He said as his tone became stern " It's nothing like that, I have been tired lately that I go to sleep the very second I get home" Joy replied as she placed her hair behind her face revealing her pink cheek bone which complimented her look " You have to take good care of yourself Ms Benson" Luther meant every word. He was usually all jovial around Joy but this time he had a serious face on.

My body was burning up as if I were running a high-grade fever. "How is it now." He breaths, drawing simple patterns on my back. Drowning in you. My breaths came out harsh, I will myself to get it under control before I try to speak. "Umm...b-better." I stutter, trying to push myself up. He doesn't have it, tightening his hold on me. "What are you doing?" He grumbles. Well, you see I'm burning up and need to splash some cold water on my face because I'm afraid if I get any hotter I'll start melting. "I need to pee," I mumble, needing to cool myself down a couple of degrees.

It was small. A spark, a flicker—something so insignificant that it should never have changed his life. But it did. Nathaniel remembered the way the flames spread, slow at first, creeping along the edges of the old curtains before swallowing them whole. He remembered the thick, suffocating smoke curling toward the ceiling, the acrid scent of burning wood and fabric stinging his throat. His hands trembled as he tried but couldn't put it out, his heart pounding in his chest.