Combustion In A Sentence Novels & Stories

"What is that?" "Gas!" I announce, heading back inside and beginning to dump it on the ground. Once the threshold of the building is covered, I pull a pack of matches out of my pocket and light one. Giving the inside of the cabin one final look, I toss it, setting the whole fucking thing ablaze.

Chapter 22 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Zander… “Where is she?” he demanded as I quickly put myself between him and Angelica, who was just inside the kitchen. “Where is my mate?” Before I could respond, he had grabbed me and slammed me up against the wall. “If you’ve harmed her, I’ll kill you.” “Zander!” Angelica squeaked and dropped her glass on the floor as she burst into flames.

Montessa’s eyes reflected the sparks coming off his skin. “Don’t hold back, baby,” she said. “Let’s burn this place to the ground.” She put her hand on his shoulder and closed her eyes. The wind started around them, blowing candy and engine oil and baby food off the shelves. The wind fanned Lu’s flames, and they became higher and higher. “Burn,” she whispered, and the building ignited. Deadly Hanukkah candles. The most exquisite of joys in the most horrible of circumstances. “Burn,” she repeated and used her hand to direct Lu’s flames toward the bodies on the ground. The clerk seared and sizzled. Flames danced in his open mouth, in his throat. She saw firestorms in his eye sockets.

“No way!” Beta Richard exclaimed in shock, “Why didn't you say anything earlier? Why wait until now?” He asked the man. “I didn't know….” The man cried out. “You didn't know what?” Beta Richard asked him, getting impatient. “I didn't know that the fire was going to keep spreading rapidly.” The man replied and Beta Richard shook his head in disappointment. “The chemicals are used in the production of our products but they are flammable in their uncombined state.” The man said, adding more details.

Wasn't this like the saying "adding fuel to the fire?" At this moment, the furnace in front of him could no longer bear the force. A large number of cracks appeared on the sides of the furnace.

Two flames. And me, caught in the middle, already burning.

There was some sort of combustion reaction going on in her nether region and she had no idea how she was going to end it but she sure knew the reactant and the end product: Xaver + Oxygen = Cum + satisfaction + soaked/destroyed panties For a combustion reaction, you need oxygen right? Sreya couldn't remember but as Clichè as this sounded, if help didn't come soon enough, this fire was going to grow into a full raging inferno. Heartbeat thumping above normal pace, Sreya curled Xaver's tie in her fist, pulling him closer as she touched her tongue to his and pulled his lower lip between her teeth. The vibration of Xaver's husky groan instantly sending sizzling sparks of electricity to her clit.

Outside, the flames of the torches guttered in the wind, and the pack whispered about the fire they’d seen behind that locked door. Inside, Jasmine lit another match. And burned the world down.

He pointed to the remaining fighters and signaled toward the house. They were inside two seconds. Flashlight was tossed through the air. Gas was unleashed. Gasoline fume clung to the air, thick and stifling. I took a deep breath, lungs filled with chaos. And then, the swoop of a match swooping— The fire blazed. Flames of fire, tongue-lapping the ceiling, devouring wooden beams. Black darkness sparked fire, orange-stained the horizon, and it burned, blazed. Sparks cracked again, embers seared in whirlpools.

I squeeze it between my fingers, breaking it and letting what it contains fall onto the strings. I look for the inside of the seam again, and this time, I take out a cube. Just like with the ball, I crush the plastic between my fingers, and grains fall in the exact place where the liquid falls. I prepare myself for the pain. The grains in contact with the air combust, and the liquid ignites. The heat immediately burns my skin, but I control myself so I do not smell my burning skin and lose it. I push hard, and the ropes that are damaged by the flames split.