Fahrenheit 451 Novels & Stories

*This is a random chapter of Axel and Misha when they first met. Wasn't sure if I should have put it in the first place but oh well ╮(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)╭ * * As the carriage rocked on the stony road, Axel looked outside the window, his nails drumming on the glass. This side of the world was extremely hot. Why? Why was it hot? "Could you stop?" His cousin and best friend, Sirius Blackheart snapped.

She closed her eyes and waited for sleep to consume her, realizing she was in fact as tired as Grey had mentioned. --- The morning sun shined through the window, lighting up the entire room. It looked like a perfect summer day outside, but it wasn't. The broken windows had allowed the room to fill up with the freezing air. Arder woke up shivering, but not as much as she should have been. There was an old overcoat covering her like a blanket, wrapping her in a thin layer of warmth. It was the same overcoat that had been hanging in that office seven years ago. It was Cyrus's coat. Arder still didn't understand why he left everything behind. It made it seem as if he hadn't left at all.

Because to do so, would be to possibly acknowledge an act—acts, plural—that were unspeakable, atrocious, and a deception of the highest magnitude. He pushed those thoughts from his mind and tried to give more focus to the older man currently pacing the front of the room excitedly. “Ernest Hemingway wrote many cherished novels, but I’d like you all to focus on his work titled The old man and the sea. Over the next week,” explained the jovial Dr. Pike, his crinkly blue eyes alight, “I want you to read it. But not just see the words, feel the words. Allow them to soak into your bones. Only then will you be able to gain an understanding of the undertones of a simple tale of fishing, and an older

He stretches out his hand again, knowing what he is asking for, Robert hands him the hammer and nail. He uses the hammer and nail to pierce the man’s hand, he does it again to his legs. He stretches his hands again, and his given the pliers, which he uses to remove four of th man’s teeth and also to remove his fingernail. This causes the man to scream, but since the room has a very strong soundproof system, he can never be heard outside, and even if he does, he can never be saved. The law enforcement, police officers and even the government cannot do anything to Anthony.

Correction, he drinks it all. “You’re thinking its…” Lucas begins to say. “I don’t think. I know.” Tobias says with a growl. “Mara and Justin.” I finish both of their thoughts and finish my own drink. I chuck my glass into the fireplace. The flames intensify as the glass shatters against the brick. Small pieces scatter onto the floor. I kick them away. “But what does it mean?” Lucas drops into one of the leather chairs in front of the fireplace. He has the note in one hand, and his drink resting on his lap in the other hand. “What do they mean by ‘stone’?”

There were too many people, too many voices in his head and he just shut everything off. Malachi lay on his back and he saw Kiran engulfed in flames. His eyes were cold and unforgiving, like something had taken over. A man screamed and his eyes held so much fear and Malachi felt Death in the room with them. Another man started burning as Kiran yelled something at him. His screams were horrific but Malachi realized he felt nothing. Kiran was still safe and people around him were dying. Malachi looked into the barrel of a gun and the man’s eyes glazed over.

I skimmed the text, my eyes darting from line to line, trying to make sense of it. *Project Inferno— Weaponization of Wildfires.* My breath caught in my throat. Weaponization? what the actual hell...? I flipped through the pages, my pulse quickening as the details unfolded before me.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧-𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐱