Home Fire By Kamila Shamsie Novels & Stories

She ran out of her room and joined the voice shouting to raise the alarm that the house was on fire so that everyone could run for their life. The shouting helped as the sound of doors opening and legs scampering to safety was all over the mansion. A neighbor had called the fire department because no sooner had they run out of the house and stood in the street watching as three-third of the house burned up. Sarah watched as the house that had come to be her home was engulfed in fire from all sides. There was fire everywhere; the roof was on fire, the doors and windows were on fire, the fire was even coming out of the house through various openings, looking as though there was a fire-breathin

“This is where they made the first wolves… where they bound power into flesh for the first time.” Evelynn shivered. “And you think… what? That the fire—my fire—can tell us why it’s being drawn to me?” Aiden’s gaze softened, but it didn’t waver. “I don’t just think it. I know it. The fire is older than you or me, older than this world. And the ruins… they remember it. They respond to it.” She glanced around nervously. The shadows clung to the edges of the courtyard like living things, curling and stretching as though testing her. A cold whisper, barely audible, slithered through the air: The fire… it hungers…

No fire in sight but I felt as if my heart is on fire. “mama” her voice came. Again, a bomb at a distance. I covered my ears. Tears started streaming down. Memories rushed back. I lost her. My baby, my angel. She did not deserve it. I am back in Greece my country but at what price? A sob wracked my body. The next moment I couldn’t move even if I had wanted to. A hard finger tucked a stray strand behind my ear and cold lips grazed my neck. And then his voice came softly yet deadly.

“They set it on fire. We have to go. If we’re still here when the police and fire department show up, they’ll have a million questions we can’t answer. Buckle up.” I fastened my seatbelt, and in moments we were speeding down the road toward the highway. I glanced back one last time before the turn. The roof was already fully ablaze. It was spreading fast. A brief wave of sadness washed over me. That had been the home my birth mother once lived in. In minutes, it would be nothing but ashes. One nagging question lingered in my mind. Had she set the fire? The shadow disappearing into the forest, could that have been her?

SHAYLA'S P.O.V All my memories were on fire, on literal fire, and there was nothing I could do about it. The house in which Farhan and I grew up in Mumbai, was on fire. And most importantly, I had no clue if Bryan was okay. My memories were on flames and all I could do was watch and wait for someone to extinguish it. "Everything will be fine," Baba said, cocking his head at me as I frantically tried to wipe at my tears. There was a pause. Then he asked,"Are you crying, Shayla?"

"It's a good thing Jacob is gullible. He believed you were in Manhattan even though you didn't return to your aunt's house. But did you shut up the Langham family's driver? Don't let them get a chance to attack you." "Take it easy, I always know what to do before moving forward." At the other end, Ursula let out a long sigh. "You're always playing with fire, Celine. Aren't you ever afraid of getting burned?" "I was already burnt before I even started this, Sula." Celine leaned back comfortably on the chair she was sitting on. Her eyes gazed at the road that seemed to be deserted. The driver who drove her chose to enter the freeway in order to quickly arrive at the place Celine wanted to go.

Next morning, ‘Businessman Sameer Ahuja’s house in Mumbai caught fire last night in which Sameer Ahuja and his wife got killed. Police are trying to find the cause of the fire. Their speculation is that it’s a case of arson. The interesting fact in all this is that Mr. and Mrs. Ahuja's one- year old daughter is missing. Police are trying to find……’ Anita stood up from her seat and came towards Amar who just entered the house.

I saw the flames coming out from the House ,I could see them . The people gathered around the House shd there were no fire fighters . Lena my babies "I screamed as I rushed out of the car and rush towards the House .. I saw the people there look at me like I was mad . "Ma'm what are you talking about ,there are no babies in the house "someone screamed at Me but I didn't listen. My babies were in the house and the house was on fire and yet they wanted me to stay here and act like nothing was happening that wasn't going to happen no matter how hard it was .

"Neighbors reported smoke coming from the building about twenty minutes ago. We have crews on scene now, but the fire spread quickly. I need you to come down here. We need to know what we're dealing with." Again, what?! "My house?" She slowly stood up. "My house is on fire? How is my house on fire? Ate you sure you got the address right?" Is this a prank call? "We're doing everything we can, ma'am. But you need to get here." The call ended. Mira stared at the phone for a moment, her brain trying to catch-up with what she just heard. How the heck is her house on fire!? The house with her mother's antique dining table and her father's record collection and every piece of her life packed into t

Life was quiet but warm. But we couldn't escape the professional killers. The bloody revenge found us anyway. One day, I came home carrying medicine I'd bought on the black market. I pushed open the door only to be met with a wall of thick, rolling smoke. "Damn it! How could this happen!" My heart hammered in my chest. The safe house was engulfed in flames. The fire department arrived, but they couldn't even find my parents' remains. The fire chief told me, "It was a timed bomb that detonated a gas line."