Sono Fire Pit Novels & Stories

The Beta forces are already on the move, using flame throwers – of all ridiculous things – to clear out the snow from around the fire pit, off the cabin porches. “Is this for real?” I ask Victor, gesturing towards the long tongues of flame licking around the campground, melting the snow away like cotton candy in water. “What,” Victor says, frowning and looking around. “What’s wrong?” “Don’t you think it’s a bit much?” I say, gesturing towards the flames. “Couldn’t you just have given them shovels?”

No mercy. Only fire.

“Please? My friend Sarah had one at her sleepover and it was so fun!” Five pairs of eyes turn to me, pleading. I look at Sebastian. He raises an eyebrow like this is entirely my decision. “Fine,” I say, because anything that might tire them out faster is worth trying. “But we’re following all the fire safety rules and no one’s allowed to set themselves on fire.” The children cheer like I’ve just promised them Christmas. The campfire takes longer to set up than anticipated because I haven’t actually used the fire pit since River pointed it out last month and I have to remember where I put the firewood and figure out if the lighter fluid is still good.

Our friendship had stood the test of time and distance, and I knew it would continue to do so. The evening air grew cooler, and guests began to gather around the fire pit Alex had set up. The crackling flames cast a warm glow on everyone's faces, and the aroma of burning wood added to the night's enchantment. We roasted marshmallows and shared stories, the simple pleasure of the moment a reminder of life's true joys.

The fire cracked like old bones, sparks spiraling into the summer night. Sweat clung to Aria’s temples, curls sticking to her face as she hugged her knees to her chest. Jamison had built the pit with Kade just last week—two hours, six splinters, and a whole lot of yelling.

I wrap my arms around myself, feeling a sudden shift in the air. The BBQ has room for all our mates to cook around currently they all have their shits off just in swimming trunks as they marinate the meat ready to put on the coals. The kids are running around playing kiss chase and nearly knocking over the chairs in the process. I just smile sitting on the lounge chairs where the fire pit is on the top level overlooking the chaos below. I just watch Violet link arms with Aria as they begin whispering and giggling to each other, making my stomach sink. Those two have a way of winding up the boys until a fight breaks out.

It wasn't easy for an animal of his size to hunt in a forest, but the fox wasn't going to help him. With some sacrifice and some broken trees, he manages to bite one of the big boar that passed by, and tired, he takes it to the clearing. Lucifron shifted back and immediately began chopping up pieces of wild pig. The little fox gathered twigs and used her fire to start a bonfire. Shortly after, some pieces of meat were roasting. When they have satisfied their hunger, they lie down to sleep for the rest of the night. Lucifron held the egg against his chest to keep it warm, and Sophia lay beside him.

I found some good size rocks to make a fire pit as he walked in with snow heavy on him but with wood in his arms. He set the wood down and brushed the snow off carefully so as to not get any on the bedding. I began to load the wood onto the fire pit I made along with the brown paper that wrapped some of the sandwiches. Then I looked at Porter. “Do you have any matches?” I asked him. “No, but I do know how to start a fire with sticks and stones and string.” He said, so I backed away after handing him the twine that held the paper on the sandwiches.

everyone sounded in unison as they each drained their glasses. “Alright,” Eliza’s father continued, “I’ve talked enough, everyone dig in.” The meal was simple southern fare: barbequed pork, corn on the cob, potato salad, baked beans, and homemade peach cobbler and vanilla ice cream for dessert. As twilight pushed its way through and night descended, the delicious food was eaten and light conversation ensued, everyone waiting for the appointed time for fireworks. Finally, after the scraps had been cleared away—all accounted for having cleaned themselves up—Eliza’s father sent a text message. A few short minutes later, the first boom echoed across the ground from the direction of the small lak

"Come on, Sir Ignis. It wouldn't hurt if you tell me, you know?" said Mariana. Mariana had been bugging Ignis about how he became a fire mage for about half an hour ever since she witnessed him cast a fire spell. She — of course — failed miserably. She couldn't even annoy him, hoping that he'd accidentally spill the beans. The only moment Mariana somehow made her face twitch was when he answered her "no comment." 'What a tough nut…'