Custom Wood Burning Novels & Stories

“The only place you are going to get decent linen is back at Tyler's town.” “What about here?” “Our shop burnt down two weeks ago, something to do with the wiring.” “And my other problem?” “The only place you can get the wood for furniture is from Tyler.” “The next town?” “Five-hour drive to there, if you find anything, it will take a week to get it back here.” “Can't I get furniture here?” “You still need the wood from Tyler.” “Fuck.” “You are free to come to stay with me while you get your things together.”

I can not lose one of these young ones, it would kill me. We gather enough wood for a bonfire roughly 15 feet tall. I am excited to see this thing lit, I love fire, so this one will be something special to see.

"Can you afford this? This is kind of a favor for my Uncle, and I know she emptied your accounts." I smiled. "She wasn't as clever as she thought. That hobby I mentioned? I'm a wood carver. Not like a professional artist, just whimsical stuff. I get hardwood scraps from a furniture factory, and pine and spruce pieces from a local mobile home plant. Plus your Uncle lets me cruise his woods for usable pieces. I have two craft shops up in the mountains that sell my stuff on consignment. I've kept that money in a separate account. Ninety eight hundred, so far. I was gonna use it to take her on a nice vacation for our ten year anniversary. Don't think that's gonna happen."

I was wearing an apron, hunched over a workbench, a fine metal file in my hand as I worked on a piece of timber. Woodcarving was my sanctuary. While other socialites spent their time at the salon, I had spent mine learning to find the soul inside a block of oak. My mother, Elaine, had always hated it—thought it was "laborer’s work"—but the pieces I’d hidden away were the only things that had survived the fire that took our manor. "You truly find peace in a block of wood?" Cole’s voice came from behind me, followed by his arms wrapping around my waist.

His house had old-world character with exposed wooden beams and stone walls jutting out with nooks and crannies, keeping the space cool in the summer and warm in the winter. Crossing the length of the family room to the fireplace with the energetic little dog at his heels, he knelt at the hearth and lit a match to the kindle and logs that were already prepared for their arrival. Next to the impressive fireplace sat the wood box he’d painted a teal blue the last time he was there. Eyeing its contents while ruffling Saint’s fur, he was thankful for the abundance of logs neatly stacked inside. Leave it to Nicky to have

But due to moisture, all the wood was wet, which meant it wouldn’t get burnt that easy. After searching and picking up some branches, I ran towards the entrance of the cave. It was better than staying out in open. Keeping the small pile of wood at the entrance I put some mosses on it so that it is easy to burn them. all the years of scouting coming in handy today!

"Every night this week, you've come up here after I've fallen asleep and left one of these on my nightstand." Yep. A trap, all right. "Consider them kindling if you dislike them that much. You wanted the crap I whittled, so I brought them to you." He'd needed something to do so he wouldn't go into her bedroom, slip under the sheets with her, and finish what they'd started. Thus, the stupid things. And she'd placed them everywherethe fireplace mantle, the end tables, the windowsill. "I won't be offended." "Dislike them. Dislike them?" The higher her voice rose, the harder his heart had to work. "You spent time making me something I love, that's very difficult to find in stores, and I'm suppos

They collect the wood from the forest and bring it to their backyard. When they reached there with the woods, others were already waiting for them in the backyard. They cut the wood into small pieces and started the fire using their power, put one of the black pots over the fire added some water to it, and boiled it until the bubbles started to form in the pot.

They tilt their heads back to look at the high ceilings. Cherry pine beams stretch across the walls, and the floors are original hardwood slabs from the 1800s. In the middle of the living room, there's a cozy wood-burning fireplace. Okay, maybe not everything is modern on the inside. But I love the charm of a classic wood-burning fireplace. "Do you want a tour?" I ask, but while the kids scream in excitement, Hera doesn't seem interested. "I think it's time for bed for these two little cuties," she tells them.