Things You Save In A Fire: A Novel Novels & Stories

Eventually, the heat died down. What I never expected was for Quintus to come looking for me. After the disastrous press conference, I had already moved out of that so-called home. I wasn't working due to my health, so I was staying in a friend's vacant apartment. I wasn't sure what Quintus had said to my friend, but somehow, she ended up giving him my address. When I opened the door, I felt a bit dazed. I remembered how desperately he had rushed to save Vanessa during the earthquake, and I thought back to all the promises he had made me. I had always believed we would grow old together. I never imagined we would end up here.

‘Please tell me. . . . tell me how to save your daughter, ’Faye implored. The glowing embers from before were dying down beneath her feet and still she felt nothing, no heat, no burning. Mathilda looked at her and it seemed a smile was struggling to form at her deformed, burnt lips, as more blood came from within, thick and with the stench of death. ‘You have all the knowledge within you, Faye, ’Mathilda said. ’You may not remember it now, but in time you will. ’

The kind of stillness that came after exhaustion, when adrenaline had faded and your limbs no longer obeyed. I lit a small fire in a hollow of stone, keeping the flame low and shielded. The warmth helped ease the ache in my fingers and chase off the crawling sense of wrongness I still carried from the clearing. I ate without tasting—dried meat, the last of the trail mix, a crushed wrapper I’d forgotten in the bottom of my bag. Then came the notebook. The one with the thick paper and the smooth black cover. I flipped it open past sketches of trees, paw prints, stray notes I barely understood.

She needs safety. She was still sitting there, holding her purse, breathing slower now but her eyes…. They weren’t scared anymore. There was fire in them. Fire strong enough to burn me alive. And maybe this time… I won’t fight it.

I thought I was prepared for this moment but I was so wrong. I can't stand the disappointed look on Caesar's face if I'll embarrass myself. He worked so hard for this too. He even went as far as inviting his friends and employees. Even his investors... I can't bear... "I've never seen someone so hardworking before. She worked so had to pull this and to say the least, I'm so proud of her. As Nikki Rowe said, Some women become reckless with the fire, some find every way to put it out and rise above with the ashes left behind. That's her." He trailed taking a brief break. Everyone was looking at him, paying attention to each word that drawled off his mouth.

She just gave them the desired attention both needed to their own respective percentage. They planned about the trip some days after Alexia went to the cinema with Clinton. After she narrated to Bruno on how she was attacked when she was lodging with her friend. The friend’s name she didn’t disclose to Bruno and even the gender. Bruno never bothered to ask so that it doesn’t seem like he as forcing words out of her mouth. They just discussed about the robbery and how scared she and her friend were, what they feared and what actually happened. Even after that incident, Alexia kept being scared of locality as a whole. She feared to come out or even associate with certain kind of persons just i

He set the untouched drink aside and reached for his coat. Fire had rules. Fire did not look back. Fire did not involve itself in accidents or strangers. But tonight, Fire had collided with something cold. And for reasons he couldn’t yet explain, Alexander Steele knew this was not just an incident. It was the beginning of something dangerous.

My body becomes enveloped in a burst of flames, and the fire spreads from my skin and causes an expulsion as soon as it got close to the gas tank across the room. THE END.

Now, it was a skeleton, a ruin that whispered stories in the crackle of burning beams and falling debris. The smell of burnt paper and melted plastic seeped into my nostrils, sharp and invasive. Every breath felt like a betrayal, reminding me that beneath the ashes, something more dangerous still lurked. I glanced around, my eyes adjusting to the dim, flickering light cast by the flickering flames and the flicker of distant embers. The room was a ruin—walls blackened and peeling, the ceiling riddled with scorch marks. The silence was thick, broken only by the faint crackle of the smoldering remnants. Whoever set this fire believed destruction would be enough. That fire would erase everything

With that simple way, she was able to survive as she grew up. Seleen could still remember every detail of the fire that killed her mother and sister. She was just doing her usual night routine, keeping the scented candles lit before she went to sleep. However, that time, she wasn’t feeling well, so she slept while the candles were still left. Later she knew she would be waking up with her room already on fire, and she could even remember that the first thing that went inside her mind was to save her mother and her sister. Even when she wasn’t feeling well, and she could barely breathe from the smoke that was everywhere, she tried her hardest, but when she went to their room upstairs, that wa