Burning Low Novels & Stories

I threw that cell phone in the basement, poured gasoline over it, and lit a match. In the blink of an eye, the basement went up in flames. As chaos erupted, I slipped into the shadows of the estate, vanishing into the dark woods beyond. As the fire burned, my cell phone started vibrating violently.

Though I was pissed, all I wanted was to stop this burning sensation I was feeling. "You sound so desperate to get yourself fucked." He poured me a liquor while pulling my chin up. "If you miss your pussy being wet, just tell me, and I can make you get bent over. Stop all this drama." He mocked. I released his leg and staggered up. I had very low iron, causing my head to spin for some seconds before I could stand properly.

He made it seem like as long as he used one of the passes, I didn't even have the right to be upset anymore. … When I arrived at the office, I threw myself into my work in an attempt to numb my emotions. It was already nighttime when I finally decided to go home. But as soon as I stood up, I collapsed on the floor. I was hypoglycemic, and since I hadn't eaten all day, my blood sugar level had dropped dangerously low. I couldn't find my medication in my handbag. In the past, Bryan would remind me daily to check whether I'd brought my medication with me. I'd grown used to relying on him for that reminder.

Swinging my legs off the bed, I slip my feet into my warm slippers and put on my robe. I begin filling my bathtub. I move at my own pace. I understand how furious he would be if I were to be one minute late. However, he currently lacks any control over me. I’m no longer his wife. I continue to add the extra lavender oil that Noah really enjoys. I’ve already poured it before I realize what I’m doing. Will I ever recover?

Yet, she'd never once mentioned she had such a person in her life who required this level of coddling. My body grew heavier by the second, and the flames in front of me began to fracture into countless dark spots. My legs buckled, and I could only lean on the blazing-hot storage rack behind me to stay upright. I raised a trembling hand and pointed at the oxygen tank on Colin's back that was engraved with "For Emergency Use Only", desperately wanting to expose his lie. But I couldn't utter a sound. Nothing came out of my throat except for a hoarse wheeze.

“What… are you doing?” At the sight of my pale face, Julius curled his fingers before turning to Seth. Panic flashed in Seth’s eyes, but he still said stubbornly, “Elena, Jody just got her surgery, and she’s in a critical observation period right now. She needs this special care unit and the pacemaker.” I endured the pain as my heart spasmed. I teared up and said, “I’ve failed four matches, and my heart is already badly damaged. If I don’t have that pacemaker, I’ll die.”

why do I smell burning carbon? W.O.L.F CRY: ALL SYSTEMS AT 40%. Currently restoring power, estimated wait time 1 hour. Searching for all available resources.....Valid! Gasoline detected!. Searching for alternative resource....Valid! Quantum Battery detected! Warning Quantum Battery is currently in hibernation mode, output stable however strong movement is ill advised.

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?