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Never

Wind, rain, heart ache and pain Go away, your not welcome here, ever again Enough said Enough done? Our nature can never change There is only one way out, we are all the same To end

Maze of life

Problems huh?....we all have them, you can not help it when your Born into this world of love, hate, confusion and beauty that's always been.... just take a good look around.... What do you see?....This place we call home, our home, our own world, for everything it holds, its different, no one thing sees it the same and that is truly the beauty of it. This is the way I see it now, right now this very moment because the magic of it is that it keeps changing, dancing to the ever changing rhythm of time. As I sit here and think about it, it all seems so clear, it may not be any easier right now but its clear all the same...I will always carry my problems around to, in a way, they will never go away, like a heavy shadow as I walk forever in the burning sun of life...but in this moment of clarity they seem tiny. You see as the very same sun sets down and kisses this day goodbye, its hard to imagine buts it true that in another land somewhere its rising, bringing a new day, and with it all the things that this life, this world, this place we all call home can throw at us. Bringing all the love, hate, confusion and beauty that was around long before I was born and will be around long after I am gone, an ever moving world that never stops...never gives up...has no life expectancy...over time it will change beyond all my reckoning, life will as I know it, will sometime be gone, and I can only wonder what will become of this place I call home, that's, forever moving, forever changing...

Aerial - In the beginning

Boom Boom.... Feelings awakening, feelings not known, but sensations of self have begun to evolve. From a dull awareness that can only be soul, it seems from nothing to something came in an instant, and that something is becoming more whole. Each feeling seems new and its host wants more, each one so powerful to one so small. But yet it craves for all it can. For the feelings felt no matter how small, is all it's ever had. Each moment so precious to this new life, yet time is not important, it's only sense of measurement are the feelings inside. Then it hits it from nowhere, like many before but this one is different, like everything together, yet so pure. A wondrous feeling of total worship of self and all its felt, this feeling so good, overwhelming and warm. There is no turning back now; a little life has felt a love so so pure. So as it drifts along on all its known, each feeling inside, each feeling outside muddle into confusion, but in all this a feeling and sense of being alive.

Katie's Shoes

Katie's Shoes "There Disgusting, I'm not wherein them!" Katie blurted out laud on purpose, so as to embarrass her parents into submission and hopefully take her out of this ancient throw back of an excuse for a shoe shop.

The Alley

He was wearing a dark anorak from one pocket of which he produced a mauser with a bulbous silencer on the end of the barrel. As he had done countless times before, but this time it felt different, the moment was drawn out, every action seemed slower, it was still something of instinct which over time it had grown to be, but awkward somehow as if of the first when he was no more than a boy. "Is someone there?" he asked anxiously. Silence. "IS SOMEONE THERE? He inched forward slowly.

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