Combustion In A Sentence Novels & Stories

From how I never wanted it to stop. This wasn’t just heat. It was combustion. And we’d only just lit the fuse.

This immediately explains why dragons are so fearsome. ‘Well, that, and we can literally blow fire’. ‘What?? How do you know? We haven’t done that, nor have we seen them doing it’. ‘Girllll… didn’t you see the smoke coming out of our nostrils? I can feel the fire inside of us’. ‘Ha! No wonder you always wanted to burn everything down to the ground’. ‘Look who’s talking’. She got me there.

he murmured, his words carrying the weight of centuries of knowledge. Without wasting any time, our team assembled, gathering combustible materials and preparing to set the cabin ablaze. The mood was somber, yet there was an undercurrent of understanding as we worked together to dismantle the remnants of the macabre obsession that had plagued us. Lea lit one of her arrows ablaze and carefully aimed it at the cabin, igniting the dry wood and flammable materials. Flames erupted, engulfing the structure with a fierce intensity. As the fire spread, it's crackling and roaring filled the air, echoing our collective determination to purge the darkness from our midst.

Fire was a living thing. I had learned that a long time ago. It breathed, it consumed, and it destroyed everything in its path. But this fire—this wildfire—was different. It wasn’t just alive. It was hungry. The flames roared behind us, devouring the dry forest in seconds, the sky above turning black with smoke. Every gust of wind sent embers spiraling into the air, carried on the back of a storm that seemed hell-bent on chasing us down. The heat was unbearable, like standing too close to an open furnace, and the air was thick with the acrid stench of burning wood and ash.

she shouted, calling out Aracelli’s name. Fire. Heat. Sweat. Burning. Blaze. Fire. It was repetition. She can’t see anything except fire. It was a hell of fire. “Aracelli! Where are you?!” she screamed, even more, louder than before but as she shouts, the fire gets bigger, destroying, burning more kinds of stuff. The combustion of the wooden cabin causes the fire to spread faster despite it, being covered with the dense snow.

**7 DAYS LATER** “Be careful, dear!” Anne calls out, her voice filled with a mix of concern and motherly affection as she glances back at me, her eyes wide with worry. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” I reply, waving the plastic fan over the firewood with a hint of confidence. I watch the flames dance and flicker, tiny sparks of soot drifting upwards in a mesmerizing display of combustion.

The room, now engulfed in flames, flickers with the erratic dance of destruction. "Help me, please!" I scream again, my voice hoarse from the smoke. I glance around, desperately searching for any sign of assistance. The fire rages on, mocking my cries for help. The walls, once soundproofed and indifferent, seem to close in as the flames consume the space. The air thickens with smoke, making it harder to breathe. I cough violently, the taste of ash coating my tongue. Sweating profusely, I realize the gravity of the situation. The fire, now an unrelenting force, has transformed the room into a fiery nightmare.

I asked. “Try fire first. Think about a campfire. How it feels to sit in front of on a cold night. How you feel when you watch the flames dancing.” Rose said. I thought about the bonfires at the barbeques the pack would have. How the heat never bothered me and how I could sometimes see things in the flames. And how I had never been burned by a lit match when I was holding it. I heard a gasp and opened my eyes. The twigs in the bowl were on fire and the water in the other bowl was boiling.

~ Nikki ~ I successfully manage to not destroy this gorgeous piece of furniture, but that doesn’t mean I won’t spontaneously combust, burst into flames and otherwise incinerate this luxurious bedding. Breathing is simply not an option at present. The fiery sensations consuming me are all I can focus on. They blaze through my veins, leaving a sizzling trail in their wake. My inner muscles clutch Jameson’s fingers, not relinquishing their hold on him as I draw out every single ounce of pleasure he’s just given me.

"We have to get out of here!" Sophia nodded, clenching her jaw against the pain as she pushed herself forward. The air around them was thick with smoke and heat, and the ground beneath them shook with the force of each new explosion. It was chaos—an inferno of destruction that Sebastian had set into motion, and there seemed to be no end in sight.