April 2: Fire

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From @HalikAzeez:

Saigon.

They say some people get intoxicated from the tang of petrol. It feels good on my skin as it seeps through the saffron of my robes. But it burns my lips. Never mind, the can is empty. 

Look, fluffy clouds. What a beautiful day to take a stand.


From @nuzster:

Everything had fallen apart. Nothing helped. Not tears, friends, ice-cream. It really did feel like the end of the world. It was frustrating. It was hard. It’s easy to lose faith at times like this. Was it even possible to rise from the ashes?


From @Mari_deSilva

I was born into your era. Right from my childhood you were always by my side. You consumed the world I lived in. You ignited the hearts of angry mobs that set people ablaze in broad daylight. You brought the iconic Jaffna Library to the ground. Fire, you will forever be singed in my heart.


From @yasirnasir:

The kiss brought tears. The hug caused pain. The touch was agony. The storm was raging. The end was here. Memories were etched. Fate had decided. Life was cruel. The will was strong. Emotions took over. Hearts broke down. A moment was spared. This moment would linger. The moment was fire. And it was over.


From @SarongJohnnie:

After crouching all night braving rains and gunshots, he emerged from the bush. Still wracked with dread-anticipation, jangling nerves, and open-eyed nightmares, his hand trembled as it reached for a smoke. But for once, just this once, there was no fire.


From The AdMan:

I am on fire. Have been for, I don’t know, maybe a couple of months now. The ‘Midas touch’. Everything I do, every project I get involved in, every idea I have is an instant success. I can do no wrong. I’m smoking. Somebody stop me. It’s like a dream. And then I wake up.


From @gajenmahen:

They were rotting when he reached home. It had been a week. The books were gone. So was the thaali, the silverware and the rest of it. Years ago, he had thought he could lose nothing more. Now, he had lost all. The cremations would be over soon. He had a flight to catch.


From @SakuPeiris:

The ghastly ordeal of disillusionment is never easy to go through. Even the phoenix finds it difficult to face the new world he's born into. It's easy to burn. But to be as beautiful as before, now that is the real task.


From @sharasekaram:

The flames were reflected back in her eyes. Dancing, twirling – flickering tantalizingly. “Come to me…” They seemed to say as they seductively swayed just out of reach. “Come feel my warmth”. She reached out – her mind so numb that she hardly felt the pain as the tips of fingertips began to blister.


From @PennyKinned:

Around the bonfire, they sang songs as ancient as time itself. Performed rituals conceived in the beginnings of the universe. Exchanged glimmering tokens that were fragments of the stars.

“It is done.”

The flames lapped higher.

The world heaved a sigh of relief. It was time to be purified. Finally, the cycle was complete. 


From @AsharaFern:

He considered himself a professional arsonist until the day he met the love of his life- a pyrophobiac. Alas! There love could never be, for he was a lighter and like her, their relationship was a doomed match.


From @Dili:

He lit a match and held it to the corners. As the fire turned the dried thin ola leaf of their horoscopes into ash, he smiled with glee at his parents’ horrified faces.

“PUTHA! ARE YOU LISTENING?!”  

He snapped back to reality as his parents’ thunderous voices restarted their vehement opposition to their union.


From @rami_desh:

A face burned to a crisp. No eyes, ears, lips, hair. As I watched through eyes clouded with minor disappointments and trivial discomforts, he smiled, and the spirit of human endurance shone through those empty eye sockets, bridging the infinite gap between our minds.


From @LadyZahara:

Shouts echoed on the street in front of a house that stood ablaze. Firemen were gushing water from a hose to douse the flames. In a corner sat a girl wrapped in blankets, surrounded by people who had rescued her. She was weeping saying, "This was the only time I succeeded in lighting a match..."


From @Vindic8d:

We were one, you and I, your grinding gears provoked by my livid fingers. Together we tore through jungles on fire; a furious, many-headed beast razing the earth we sought to claim.  I see you now, as I limp to ink my existence into paper, suspect and extinguished in the eyes of those we fought.


From @bhagsy:

“Throw fire to the rain”, he said, his mood turning visibly darker, resembling the bleak weather outside. He was furious at her for having put him in this mood. She had provoked him again. Running his hands through his hair, he stood staring at the old fashioned fireplace in the living room, his eyes following the flames. His anger truly was ablaze.  


From @wonderor:

'Look at this!' he exclaimed, pointing towards the moving orange flame.

The friend leaned forward to touch it. 'Ouch!' he screamed, stamping it out with his foot.

'Don't ever do that again! It’s dangerous’, he growled.

They made sure it was indeed dead and walked away.

It was named Fire a few hundred years later.


From Anonymous:


It was something which burnt deep inside her. It had been there since she could remember, but she chose to ignore it out of fear. She had to know what it felt like and she decided to take the plunge. She now knew what she was missing the first time she made love to a woman.


From Tristan Kube:


He puts down what now is a hot spoon, his fingers shiver with anticipation for the euphoric flood to take him away. Meanwhile, a few lanes away in the village church, his mother who had been holding a vigil lamp, places it on the stand with trembling hands. Then they watched the flames slow dance.



From @sharon_thulasi:

Ava came running to her mother panting. All she could say to her mother was "fire". Mother panicked thinking there was an actual fire with her infant inside the house and ran inside. She asked Ava where the fire was, Ava led mother to the attic to show the firefly she caught in a bottle.



From @amalisam:

He found it under a table one day next to his toy car. He had seen his father use it often and had always wanted to try for himself. Quickly he took one out and was about to light it when his mother screamed at him. He dropped the box of matches in fright.


From @piumiedesilva:

It burns. It always threatens to erupt. A living volcano of emotion - anger, pain, disappointment - all living, breathing emotions that threaten to stab and bleed and burn anyone they come into contact with. Fists clench. Chest tightens. Feet set apart. Eyes sting. Fire burns. And Hearts are stabbed. Happiness killed.


From Demi:

There's always part of me that's raging with fire when I think about all the stupid things I’ve done in my past. Knowing how much pain I caused many people makes me wish everyday to go back to that moment and stop myself from making those mistakes and saving those hearts and minds from pain.


From @Rabdizz:

Oh baby, how it burns. Like cubes of ice on a salty night, his kisses down my spine. And when you touch her I bet she feels the same. 

''Dinners on the table love, don't wait up for me'' 

You know what they say, two can play that game.


From @manojfdo007:

The only thing that light up the room is the fireplace. I can barely see her face but I can feel her right next to me. We dreamed this moment and finally it came true. Feelings of fire will comfort us thorough out the sleepless night. Wish we can relive this moment again and again.  


From @huz152:

It is a known fact that children are attracted to fire and will attempt to touch it, but who said children are the only ones attracted to things that are harmful to them. All humans are aware of the harms involved in Alcohol, Cigarette, tobacco and drugs but still they are attracted to it.


From @tharahewage:

Its potential is great. It can be soft and mellow but at the same time strong and deadly. Beware not to stir it up with hate as it might eat you up alive but with tender care and compassion its goodness is limitless. This is what drives me; the passion, my fire.