Funny Firefighters Novels & Stories

I dialed into the group meet page and soon heard our friends talking. “I want to be at the warehouse. The fire just cooled enough, crews are able to get it to start going out. I want to be there, helping look for their bodies.” Dennis was saying. “Yeah. That e-mail was weird. Cryptic. I almost didn’t want to come. If this person has information on what started the fire, though… The fire fighters said it burned hotter than jet fuel. There may not be any bodies left. That fire’s insane.” Dylan said.

The housekeeper and driver, though completely unaware of what had happened, were so spooked by their reaction that they followed them out without question. The fire department arrived quickly. The team jumped out, fully geared, ready for action. But the moment they stepped inside, they paused. It was a false alarm. "This is a pet snake. Someone in your house clearly owns it. Why are you even calling us?" one of the firefighters asked, visibly annoyed, clearly thinking they'd been called out for nothing. Lilian shook her head over and over. "No, it’s not ours… no one here owns that thing. Just take it away, please!"

Zander was completely focused on me now, his computer and paperwork forgotten. “He was nice at first, but then when I went to come on break, he started getting pushy about joining me. Ash told him I’d catch him on fire, and we’d roast marshmallows while he burned.” Zander smiled. “Ash and his sense of humor never fail. I bet the Vampire avoids you from now on. Fire is one of the few ways to kill them.” “So, are Gargoyles the only ones immune to fire?” I asked.

It's not even bright outside. He walks into the club, more like bounce. He gets into the club and a few minutes later people start to run out of the building including the man, He walks out of the building. Now I understand, he didn't run out cause he already knows what is about to happen. He looks up at the cctv for a second before leaving the scene, a few seconds later, the building goes up in Flames. Rage builds in my blood at the sight. This is one stupid stunt and when I get my hands on the people responsible for this, they would wish they never had cross me. "The same thing happened in the second video" Tiana mentions as she turns the screen over to her front and types fasts on the key

"We each take a turn with you." His words sent them all into fits of laughter. "Are you done?" I asked, raising my phone, which displayed an ongoing recording. "I've recorded everything you said. What do you think the police will say if I play it for them?" Within seconds, their expressions dropped. Some even lunged forward, trying to hit me. "You bitch! How dare you record us!" Little did they know, the best was yet to come. I then played them a video, where they were all carrying the unconscious Sydney to do the unthinkable.

But Charlie is on a roll. "Aren't you going to ask me what his cool job is?" I snap back to reality, forcing a smile into the rearview mirror. "What is it, baby?" "He’s a firefighter! He has a big red truck and everything." Charlie launches into a fast explanation of sirens and hoses. I lean back, grateful for the reprieve. A firefighter topic, that I can handle. Until he stops. "I told them my own father is an important person, too." My foot nearly slips on the brake. "Charlie."

The cell erupted with mocking laughter. “Fool! Fool! She’s such a fool!” the inmates chanted, their voices dripping with venom. Big Bear rubbed her palms together like she was warming them over a fire. “The only mistake you made, darling,” she jeered, “was setting yourself on fire and turning into crispy barbecue.” More laughter. More jeers. “She’s disgusting,” one spat. “Evil. I hope she rots here.” “Enough!” Big Bear barked, silencing them.

“You put it on every day before the uniform. But some things manage to pierce through.” That was when they discovered a peculiar, dark humor that only those who flirt with danger every day can cultivate. They started laughing at things that would horrify an ordinary civilian. Vick told him about a thief who tried to escape by jumping into a trash can and got stuck. Devon laughed about a situation where an angry cat attacked the crew during a minor kitchen fire, making it more dangerous than the flames themselves. They laughed not because the situations were funny, but because the absurdity was a necessary release valve. It was a secret language of survivors.

"I have to call someone. Someone needs to know about all this that I believe may be happening. I don't have any more time to waste. I did everything I could. I tried in every possible way to protect my friends from this mess. But now I need to face it. I don't have time to go to the hospital. Find my cell phone.” "Look, lady, the world may have gone crazy, but you don't have superpowers," said the firefighter, shaking his head. “You will go to the hospital anyway. It doesn't matter how much you curse us. We have to save as many lives as we can or else our work has never served as crap. The feeling of helplessness and helplessness for last night is enough. I never want to go through this agai

she said, leaning close so he could hear her over the roar of the crowd and the fire, “if that look on your face means you want to watch it burn, or rush in and put it out.” He shook his head and looked down into her eyes. “Neither. Just looking, that’s all.” “Uh-huh. Neither? I bet it’s more like both. I read somewhere that more than half of all firefighters started out as budding arsonists in their childhood.” He pursed his lips. “Is that a fact?” “That’s what they say,” she offered nonchalantly. “Is it true?” “I don’t know,” he said. “It’s your fact.”