Custom Wood Burning Novels & Stories

he mutters. The fire takes longer than it should, not because he’s bad at it—but because everything feels… off. “Where… did you get the wood?” I trying desperating to fill the silence. He pauses, glancing up from the sparks. “Trees.” …Right. When the flame finally catches, it blooms fast in a spray of orange and gold, warmth spilling outward in a way that makes my shoulders sag with relief. Still, I’m cold. The dirt and rocks below me like a frozen lake.

JULIA I kept looking back and forth at Zeke who was busy breaking down firewood with his own bare hands. He would get a log, place his fingers in the middle and pull it apart as if it was nothing. A few days ago, I asked him how he could do that but he just said that the wood was already brittle.

After a refreshing shower, I realized more wood was needed to light the bedroom and downstairs fireplaces as the house chilled. When I opened the woodshed outside, there was enough wood for a few days. I began cutting enough wood to last her a month. I had not exerted myself physically like this in a long time. Before the pandemic came and took over my city, I used to get up early, jog every morning, and lift weights. It felt good to be doing some form of exercise. I prepared the three operative fireplaces, two downstairs and one upstairs. I added more wood to the burning fire in the bedroom where Tippa rested and lay.

When I leave this island, the first thing I'll do is revise our agreement so that this man won't continue to punish me in this way. But for the time being, you must assist him. My subconscious reminded me of my helplessness me. "Please explain to me, Mr. Woods, what you intend to do with so many trees." When a lot of wood had accumulated, I asked him in a grating manner while looking at him. "I'll cook some supper in these woods." In a very proud voice, he responded. "Oh, so will these woods burn naturally, or will a falling fiery meteorite from the sky ignite them on fire?"

He thought about going full lumberjack and cut it out by hand, but that would take forever. Another option was to ignite himself and burn the parts one by one. It was safer than the first option and less work than the second. Of he went, pulling from the raw fire from his own core to put himself to flames. Strangely enough, he saw the few birds and small animals retreat to the deeper forest. Better off that way, he thought. He hated the aftertaste of burnt fauna.

“Balrog consumes flesh and magic, the woods here are no doubt helping her drain young one’s magic. Put your hands on the wood and concentrate on heat, burning raging heat.’ Fafnir said. Nodding, Rex told Lizz, “Lizz stop, let me try” before picking up a plank of wood. He looked at the timber intensely, and did what Fafnir said, thought of fire. Nothing was happening, Rex was starting to get angry and a little embarrassed seeing as the other two were looking at him. ‘Light damn you!!’ he yelled to himself getting quite infuriated, soon after he felt an inner warmth that filled his body and exited through his hands, this turned into heat once it touched the wood which caused the timber to star

Doesn't seem like a good idea. As I move around the cabin feeling the wood beneath my fingertips, I look towards Deimos as he lights the fire to the firewood. My eyes catch a carving on the wood as I move towards it reading it.

I pick up the firewood I could lift, the pain in my foot was very difficult, I have to jump and walk a little lame so as not to lean on it and hurt myself. Hiroki makes the fire with a branch rubbing them together to create the heat, and put them together with the other firewood; he takes the wood off me and throws them into the smoke of the fire to make it look bigger and finally he put fallen logs around the fire so we could sit, I sit very sore on one of the logs looking at my poor battered foot. Naoki arrives with the food, about to roast and prepare it.

he muttered looking into the wood and rearranging some logs pointlessly. “We're the masters at fire building, it'll light” Alissa blew on his embers for him, small flames licked at the dried birch fungus. He slowly pushed the now burning ball into the centre of the bonfire with a stick as Alissa lit another fire starter made up of birch fungus, dried sawdust and pine needles.

I smiled, “This is so awesome.” Daniel furrowed his brows, “Why?” I smiled, “White Cedar. A wood that is in high demand. It’s a beautiful color and matches just about any décor. I think I will ask her to just give it a couple coats of polyurethane for protection.” Jace, Tony, Angela and Lacey walked in and Lacey was bouncing as she approached me, “I’m so excited for you. Have you looked out front?” I shook my head, “Not yet.” She smiled, “It’s a long line.” I smiled, “Then let’s get ready to let them in.”