Funny Firefighters Novels & Stories

I said, holding Esther's arm to stop her. The firefighter Esther mentioned was named Jackson Marshall, three years my senior. In my first year as a firefighter, he taught me a lot. His departure was a loss for our entire fire department. After leaving, Jackson started drinking heavily. We didn't know at first. But one night, we got an emergency call about a drunk man with his head stuck in a sidewalk railing. My colleagues and I were mocking this person as an idiot on our way there. When we arrived, we realized the fool being gawked at by passersby was Jackson. Unfulfilled ambitions, a fallen hero - this is probably the kind of sorrow that could make even the bravest men weep.

“You’re probably going to think I’m losing it. Seriously, it’s stupid.” “Yeah, right. When was the last time I laughed at you? Come on, I’ve known you for years. Just tell me what happened.” I took a deep breath and gave in, “Fine, but you can’t laugh at me, okay?” I waited for her nod before continuing. “You set the school on fire—and it wasn’t matches or anything. You actually shot the fire out of your hands.” I tried to ignore her confused look and continued. “But, I couldn’t get to you in time. No matter what I did, the fire made sure you were unreachable then you—”

Felicia, noticing Marie's presence, smiled weakly at Marie. Moments later, the firefighters came over to Marie. “Excuse me for my impudence,” saying the firefighter in a tone full of regret. The firefighter pulled the do-not-cross tape, allowing Marie to approach Felicia. "There were so many people who claimed to be acquaintances of the victims in other fire incidents this week. It turned out they were not the victims' relative, but some undercover journalists who wanted to get information for their newspaper, so we were forced to use preventive measures like this one."

Miranda said They don’t need to be told twice before the three guys jump from the floor unto their feet, it was so fun to watch, even his father does not want to leave his mate out there, I can’t blame him, his mate is a human after all “better, I will get change too” Jasper said”

Sirens wailed as ambulances and police cars arrived one after another. Paige was rushed to the hospital, but the baby couldn't be saved. The doctor said it had been a deformed fetus, incompletely developed from the start. Even if it had been carried to term, it wouldn't have survived. So much for Steve's prized "primitive genes". When the police took him away, Steve was still frantically scrubbing his hands. He was washing them with that cheap air freshener, the same bottle I'd once thrown into the water. As they handcuffed him, he kept laughing, drool dripping down his chin and onto the floor. He had gone completely insane. Trapped in his own hollow, philosophical fantasy, he had become a l

He turned to Uncle Doug and said, "It's fine. The master bedroom wasn't burned. The valuables are all safe. If the living room were burned down, then so be it. We can just renovate it. Out with the old, in with the new!" "Ron!" Uncle Doug called out, staring at him incredulously. "There was such a huge fire, and you're actually smiling?" The call hadn't been cut yet. When the firefighter on the call heard Dad's relieved laughter, his tone suddenly turned ice-cold, even carrying a trace of suppressed anger and pity. "Mr. Werther, don't celebrate just yet. Your safe may be intact, but we regret to inform you..." He paused, as if searching for the right words. Then, his next words fell like sle

“What do you do for fun?” Noah sucked in a deep breath, his nostrils flaring. “I like my job. I’m probably one of the few who thinks going to work is fun.” Camille laughed, and he was back in a daydream. “What made you want to become a firefighter?” She used to know the story, but he didn’t mind telling her again. “When I was about six years old, there was a massive fire at the ranch. It leveled the main barn. I remember when the firefighters came to put out the flames. I knew then that I wanted to do that one day.”

Tuck, with a keen interest in firefighting, can’t resist slipping his hand into one of the oversized gloves; marveling at the weight and thickness of the material. They venture further in, peering into the small kitchen where the firefighters share meals. Like everything else, it's coated with dust and hasn't been used in quite some time. The smell of coffee lingers, and a half-finished jigsaw puzzle sits on the table, a testament to the quiet moments between emergencies. Cole points out the sliding pole in the corner, and they exchange a mischievous grin before daring each other to give it a try. "Coming down!" Cole giggles and descends the pole. Tuck following shortly after, with cheerful

He is still crying and worried over Athena and now he is going to cry and worry over him too? Smith wanted to run in after him but the fire fighters as well as everyone else there stopped him and told him that the best thing is to stop the fire so that if they can make it, they would have a clean way running out of the studio. He calmed down and joined the fire fighters in stopping the fire from growing and escalating. TB who felt like if he doesn’t do that, then Sean won’t be the only one to have sad days in a year joined as well to quench the fire in the little way he could.

"I think I have what I need, Captain. We'll make sure this turns out to be a very special occasion." The look on the man's face was one of relief. "I can't tell you how glad I am that Farris pointed us in your direction. Directing firefighters at a 5-alarm blaze? I'm all over that. Planning a retirement celebration for a veteran firefighter, who happens to be one helluva guy?" He held up his hands in surrender. "That's way out of my skill set." Jessi laughed good-naturedly. "Don't worry about a thing. All you'll have to do is show up."