First Burn Lyrics Novels & Stories

"I don't believe in miracles anymore, Ben. I believe in stubbornly refusing to die. There's a difference." "Is there?" he asked, his voice softer now. "Sometimes I think your stubborn refusal to give up is the closest thing to a miracle I've seen since The Burning." The mention of The Burning made my chest tighten, as it always did. The memories were still too fresh, too raw. I could still smell the smoke, hear the screms, see the sky turning that terrible shade of orange as the world caught fire. I pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on putting one foot in front of the other.

Looking at Jonathan, his skin darkened and peeling from the sun, I laughed—then cried. When my head was forced down for the third time, my body finally gave out and collapsed to the ground. Echoing in my ears were the words he had once said countless times, "Chloe, wait for me three years. Just three years, and we can be together forever." But Jonathan… the reckless devotion you once showed in loving me has now become the very reason you hurt me. So this time, I'm not going to wait for you anymore. … While I was unconscious, the wound on my back was stitched and bandaged again.

I heard a group of people coming toward me making noise, it seemed like they just wanted to pass, but I could hear their movement slow down as they saw me. I had my eyes half-closed, but I could see one of the men bend to my level. He was bald, had burns on the side of his head, and wore a sleek leather jacket."Hey! Guys," he turned to his friends who immediately stopped chatting, "It's a pretty girl," he added and they cheered. I fully opened my eyes, but it was still droopy, "I want to…go home," I slurred, leading about eight of them to chuckle.

Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh You've just got to turn it up loud when the flames get higher Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh Sing it for the people like us, the people like us Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh We're all misfits living in a world on fire Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh Sing it for the people like us, the people like us Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh You've just got to turn it up loud when the flames get higher Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh Sing it for the people like us, the people like us We didn't even know when we eventually fell asleep

If I could just– There was no time to think. Frankly, I think there was no time for anything else. “Burn, baby, burn.” That was the last thing I heard before strong and raging flames erupted underground and I felt the heat sear into my body.

I let the golden flame rise between my hands, swirling with violet and silver And I answered with everything I had “We burn the illusion.”

And as the sky's falling down It crashed into this lonely town And with that shadow upon the ground I hear my people screaming out I see fire Inside the mountain I see fire Burning the trees I see fire Hollering souls And I see fire Blood in the breeze I see fire Oh you know I saw the city burning I see fire Feel the heat upon my skin yeah Now I see fire Oh oh oh oh oh oh And I see fire burn auburn up on the mountain side

"Do you remember how you burnt the kitchen the first time you made me soup? "When it was your birthday, I carried you on my back up 18 flights of stairs just because you said that you wanted to see the stars." A tear dropped on the back of my hand, and it felt surprisingly hot. "I know that I was a jerk and that I deserve this. But Ayla, my love for you has always been genuine." He looked up at me with crimson eyes, looking like a convict waiting to be sentenced.

I had never burned a day in my life, so I never even considered sunscreen, but apparently my mate had needed it. I felt horrible for not properly caring for her. “T, are you set?” I asked. “I’m great, why?” “Uh, babe, you’re burnt. I don’t mean like a little either. You are extra crispy everywhere.” When I said everywhere, I mean everywhere. Her perfect breasts were just as burnt. A hazard of floating naked. “What?” she asked and ran into the house. “No!” I heard her yell when she finally saw herself.

His fingers, rough with calluses, traced paths across my skin repeatedly, sending delightful shivers through me. I couldn't help but let out a few soft moans. His heavy breathing intensified, and, appearing emboldened, his hand continued its exploration lower down my body. His low, husky voice resonated in my ear, laden with a seductive quality, as he asked, "Is it alright if I continue, Cynthia?" I lowered my gaze in a flush of shyness, a gesture that served as my implicit consent. William could no longer suppress the overwhelming passion he felt. He immediately pulled me into his embrace.