Home Fire By Kamila Shamsie Novels & Stories

Her face had been marked with red flames, curling over her eyes, her mouth, until she looked like she was burning. Gasps echoed around the room. Damien’s men scrambled, searching for the source of the projection, but Grace couldn’t move. Her body was locked, her heart slamming against her ribs. Another image appeared. This time, it wasn’t Grace. It was Damien. A younger Damien, bloody and bruised, dragging himself out of a burning building. The warehouse fire. The message was clear. The past was coming back. And Marcus was writing Grace into the same flames. “Cut the power!” Damien roared. Within seconds, the projection died, plunging the room into darkness again.

My ears r⁠i‌ng‍ lik⁠e shatt‍ered glass, a‍nd‍ the air trembles with the ghost of the explosion. Whe‌n I try t‍o move, the floor scrapes aga‌inst⁠ my palms—hot, broken, trembling. The fire‍’s st⁠ill‌ alive‍, devouring what’s left of th⁠e walls, the c⁠eilin‍g, the floor. Everything sm‍ells like ruin and iron. And him. ‍ Damon⁠. The thought slices through the haze, sudden and sh‌arp. My lungs lock. “Damon!” I cough, my voi‌ce‌ van⁠ishi⁠ng into the smoke. “Damon!”‌

Camilla was in her bedroom! I stumbled toward the door, my hand barely touching the handle before jerking back — the metal was already burning hot. Wrapping my hand in my robe, I pulled the door open with all my might. At that moment, a wave of heat hit my face, almost singeing my eyebrows. The hallway had turned into a fire-breathing tunnel, the expensive Persian carpet curling up in flames. “Camilla! Camilla, where are you?” I screamed, the thick smoke filling my throat, each shout tinged with the smell of blood.

They were really going to swallow each other’s faces at that rate. Claire’s home was surrounded with different colorful flowers of different natures. It gave a certain cooling effect and feeling that made the area surrounding the flowers seem peaceful. Sebastian had earlier informed me that Claire’s family were florists and her mother sold them for a living. I made a note to buy some of the flowers on my way out. It was in the period of the year when the flowers were just blooming attracting numerous variegated butterflies around them. I realized that I had spent most of the time in my mansion no wonder these flowers and butterflies mesmerized me that much. “You like what you see?” a voice b

"Did you call me a crybaby?" His body rears up, his front legs as high as three men, and flames shoot from his mouth as he... laughs? The idiot is laughing. I notice the lighter shade of his underbelly and fist the hand that is missing a blade. His belly is the kill zone where I will end his miserable life. I look around and see a door about eight feet away. The heat from his laughing fire heats my skin. I run for the door. With all the bad luck I've had it's a miracle that the door opens and I can slip inside.

Mrs Dimitri's sweet fruity voice breaks me out of the humiliating feeling of self pity and loath but still I manage to send a smile to her when I reply, "Everything is alright." I feel the scorching heat of Rolan's gaze on me,burning my side profile where he stared. His family isn't at all what I stereotyped to be. It beats my motion of never to be suprise by the reality of life. I expected a sophisticated home with intricate and complicated designs and a long dining table made for royal families with each person sitting five feet apart from one another but instead I enter a comfy home that smells like holidays with the heat turned on to make the body warm and comfortable.

we watched a couple of episodes of Naruto before passing out. ====================== “According to reports from reporters on the scene the CFD continues to try to contain the fire. A five-alarm fire at a warehouse on Noble Street. According to witnesses and reporters, two firefighters are injured from Station 19. They are being transported to the nearest hospital for treatment” I look up in shock when I hear the news I look up at the screen. That’s our station. I’m sure Beck was at that fire. I clench my fists. I know I can’t call anyone now, not when they’re busy at a fire. Even if I do call no one would answer.

Take us home, please" I answered back We were still in the Kenvy metropolis, we still had to drive a long distance before we reached home. There was a commotion right ahead of us. Tony almost drove past the scene, but I told him to slow down the vehicle so I could make sense of what was happening. A house was engulfed in flames. It was in one of the apartments in the story building on the street. A wailing woman was in the crowd crying for help. Asking people to save her son, because her son was stuck in the fire. Some individuals held her down as she wailed. This scene reminded me of ten years ago when my family died in a fire. Remembering such an experience was suffocating me. I felt like

I looked at him suspiciously "I'm just being nice "He said and I automatically knew that wasn't all,so I glared at him " Fine ,thing is Anushka and her family also lives there but even if they weren't I would have still be determined to help them and besides I only found out a week ago " How interesting ,right I should demolish that colony as soon as possible "Right, that makes it even easier then..you have money Sammy you can easily accommodate her and her family plus I bet they'd become your in laws very soon " I said

I watched Mom and Dad fuss over my little brother, soothing him as they took him out the door. The door closed softly behind them. It was not loud, but it landed in my chest like a stone. I thought I would cry. I did not. My eyes stayed dry, almost painfully dry. I stood in the living room for a very long time before going back to my room and dragging the little suitcase out from under my bed. Five years ago, I had dragged that same suitcase into this home. I had been so small then that I could barely remember the children's home. What I remembered was Mom crouching in front of me, her eyes bright and kind, asking, "Do you want to come home with me?"