Catching Fire Novels & Stories

“Come on, give me a spark!” I keep going and praying for just one spark. When it happens, I hold my breath, the fabric sizzling but not on fire, I place the clump of hair on the fabric and blow, catching it and sparking a fire to life. Quickly and cautiously, I light the rest of the fabric I had torn off and hold it up. “Move!” I tell Cassidy and drop it as soon as she heads up the stairs. A whoosh sounds when the small flames take hold of the oil, creating a brilliant blaze in seconds. Cassidy and I scramble up the stairs as the cellar breaks out into a sea of flames, splashing more accelerant from one of the jugs as we reach the top.

Whoosh. The transition is instantaneous. The air is sucked out of the doorway as the petrol catches. A wall of orange and yellow fire roars to life, licking at the furniture, devouring the bed, turning the "perfect" room into a furnace. The man in black reaches out with a gloved hand and shuts the heavy door, sealing the inferno inside.

candles. She stood up, wiping her face, trying to switch tactics to seduction. She grabbed a lighter. "Baby, you're stressed," she cooed, her voice trembling. "Let me make it up to you. Let me show you how much I love you..." She fumbled with the lighter. Her hands were shaking so hard she dropped it. The lit flame hit the lace tablecloth. WHOOSH. The dry fabric caught instantly. Fire licked up the curtains, turning into a wall of orange heat within seconds.

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

As a fireball launched from the pursuing ship, I realized— the battle is not over. It has only just begun.

She needs safety. She was still sitting there, holding her purse, breathing slower now but her eyes…. They weren’t scared anymore. There was fire in them. Fire strong enough to burn me alive. And maybe this time… I won’t fight it.

He set the untouched drink aside and reached for his coat. Fire had rules. Fire did not look back. Fire did not involve itself in accidents or strangers. But tonight, Fire had collided with something cold. And for reasons he couldn’t yet explain, Alexander Steele knew this was not just an incident. It was the beginning of something dangerous.

No mercy. Only fire.

we watched a couple of episodes of Naruto before passing out. ====================== “According to reports from reporters on the scene the CFD continues to try to contain the fire. A five-alarm fire at a warehouse on Noble Street. According to witnesses and reporters, two firefighters are injured from Station 19. They are being transported to the nearest hospital for treatment” I look up in shock when I hear the news I look up at the screen. That’s our station. I’m sure Beck was at that fire. I clench my fists. I know I can’t call anyone now, not when they’re busy at a fire. Even if I do call no one would answer.

Bad barely began to describe it. Flames engulfed the entire building. Residents huddled in everything from nightclothes to jeans, women crying, mothers hugging their children. A woman was sobbing hysterically in the arms of a neighbor, screaming something. The neighbor was doing her best to console her, but Misa saw the look of despair on her face. The firemen were doing their best to contain the blaze, but their hoses didn't seem to be making much headway. "Where's Sam?" she heard a man shout.