Home Fire By Kamila Shamsie Novels & Stories

And for a second, I don’t fight it. The kitchen feels too bright. Too normal. Like the world didn’t shift last night. Like nothing happened. I move slowly, making coffee, grabbing something small to eat, trying to convince my body that this is just another morning. It’s not. Nothing is normal anymore. The TV is already on. Muted. News channel. I don’t think about it when I reach for the remote. I just unmute it. And everything stops. “Late last night, a fire broke out at an industrial warehouse located near Pier Twelve.”

It wasn’t her though; it was Osline, but it’s still the same thing. I had to burn my hand to match the exact pain she’s probably feeling, to punish myself. I know it’s crazy, but like I said, I can’t help it. After I rinse away the spilled coffee, I open the cupboard and pull out my lighter. For a moment my stomach drops. I stare at it, heart racing in my ribs. I flick the flame and press it to my arm. I hold back my scream as it keeps burning me. This is what happens when I can’t stop thinking about ‘her’ I have to hurt myself until I can stop.

the house door was locked, so i broke in and got in and everywhere was covered with smoke fog so i had to really strain my eyes to look out for the person caught up in mayhem. Then i saw you spiralled on the floor with burns on your laps, hands and your back. i had to help you so i got to you and helped carry you out of the house. Good thing the fire was burning out slowly". fell from my eyes after listening to all the good samaritan said to me,how could my own father be this wicked and cruel. What have i done to be subjected to all this inhumane treatments and wickedness. "Stop crying child ,all you should be worried about now is to heal from all this before you explain to me what happened

She yelled, "Caroline, get back here! Luna and Liam are home napping. Emery just left, and he isn't picking up his phone! Hurry!" The call ended abruptly. My heart raced as I immediately dialed 911 to report the fire. Then, I rushed out of my office and headed straight home. While driving, I tried calling Emery Fike, but as expected, he did not answer. Left with no choice, I sent him a message instead. "There's a fire at home. The kids are still inside, napping. Get back here now!" To my shock, his reply came almost instantly. "Caroline Sawyer, you've really lost it with your lies lately!"

A child no one apparently knew about and a child that could be lethal and dangerous. I think back to the day I waited in Isabella's apartment, her home smelling of her usual cherry shampoo that was imprinted in my nostrils, her place of the home which had no photos and nothing to show that she was treating it like a home but the mere thought of her coming back to live with me makes me feel giddy.

I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength. After what felt like forever, no rescue came. Only Thomas’ mocking voice, saying, “So, what now, babe? All the nearest rescue teams ran. They’re pulling the fire brigade from the city. “Even then, it’ll be at least half an hour. Might as well… keep racing? “Go for it. We’re all waiting to watch you cross the finish line.”

I was the daughter of a mafia family who refused an arranged match and fled home on my coming-of-age night. Somehow, I ended up working under him. During a firefight, I had barreled into danger and dragged his bleeding, unconscious body out. I had taken five bullets. When I was sewing my wounds, Simon woke. He leaned back against the wall and watched me for a long time. "Ivina," he called out, smiling at me for the first time. "Why did you risk your life? Do you have feelings for me?" I bit down on the bandage as I wrapped my wound, then looked up at him. "You're my boss. Protecting you is my job."

“I actually feel sorry for her. She’s been brainwashed and doesn’t even know it. That’s just sad.” “Tsk. She acts like she’s above us all. All she does is suck up to the capitalist like a lapdog. Trash!” As if digging up Vivian’s and my past wasn’t enough, the online mob also tracked down her workplace and home, and even brought her parents into it. I sought Vivian, only to be slapped in the face by my future father-in-law. Jeremy Williams yelled furiously, “Is this how you protect my daughter? I’ll kill you if you harass my daughter again, Sam!”

I scream into the air. "Jessa!" Brixtius's voice is next to me. "Who are you talking to?" "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I tell him. "Let's go!" Brixtius shouts while pulling me down the street. In the same direction as the crowd. We run for a few minutes, the ash making it hard to breathe. Such deadly snow! The next rumble, I realize it is the end. The pyroclastic cloud that kills all the citizens of Pompeii is coming.

When she opened her door she saw blue smoke hanging in the air. Coughing she found the big bedroom. Her mama and daddy were just lying there on the bed. She tried to move them but they didn’t wake. Like in the movies she knew this was bad. Looking at her fingers she remembered what her mama taught her. Picking up the phone looking at her fingers she dialed the police. She dragged her parents one by one from the house. The fire was crying hard and she was frightened. The firefighter helped her mama and daddy. No one listened to her about Danny.