Fire Quotes



"we're setting fire to our insides for fun"



What a
Shame,
What a

Shame


We all
became such
fragile,
broken things

We all
Remain such
fragile,
broken things

Beautiful scars
on Critical
Veins










 




*Fire occurs*
Me: OH SH*T!!
Me: *Takes a bunch of pics*
Me: *Uploads the pics on every social media site*
Me: I should probably call for help...


I could start fires with what I feel for you.


 


D o n' t   s e t   y o u r s e l f

ON  FIRE
t o        k e e p        o t h e r s         w a r m
*                *                *                *
 


before you jump
tell me what you find
can you read my mind?

i wanna breathe that fire again

-nmf-


Christmas Night
 
   "I don't have good luck on Christmas. Something always goes dramtically wrong." She admited to the boy that sat beside her on the concrete, both of them leaned against the brick wall. "Then I'll make this the best Christmas you ever had. Come over, We'll start the fun at the break of dawn." The teenaged boy gave a crooked smile, his green eyes lit up a bit. The girl pondered for a quick moment, she knew her parents would be extremely angry if she didn't spend Christmas with them, but what did she have to lose? The worst they could do was send her away again. "Alright let's go." She decided, and tossed her clearly dyed red hair away from her shoulder, before plopping her bag on it. The boy said nothing but got to his feet and started to head to the back of the building, towards his house, of course.
   
  "Why do you guys have so much gasoline?" She questioned, entering the oil smelling garage. "Eh. My dad, y'know." The green eyed boy responded, to which the red haired teenager nodded in understanding. "Alright. Load up the wagon full of those gasoline buckets." He ordered to which the girl raised a brow, "Buckets?" She sounded amused. "You know what I mean." He snapped back and grabbed the handle of two, landing them in the small wagon. The girl dropped her bag and grabbed one of the gasoline "buckets", she was a frail girl, so just one was enough to hold up. The boy was the one with the amused expression now, but she ingored it and dropped it on the wagon. They proceed to lift and drop until the wagon was full. Then the boy yawned and announced that all they needed to do now was wait.
  
   "Here's the sun. People will start opening Santa's gifts soon, let's go." The green eyes were light and playful, excited about what ever the boy had planned. "Are you doing what I think you are doing?" She asked, a small smile started to creep on her face as she followed the boy who now had the wagon trailing after him. "Depends, do you have your lighter?" He sounded bright, and the red haired girl pulled out her lighter, flicking it for a moment. "This town will have a pretty bad Christmas, but aye, you deserve such a sight." The boy looked up.

    They reached townhall and glared up at the large tree. Luckily no one was out of their house, expect for a few people who were to distracted by their new cars. Well, perhaps these two teenagers would be the ones to change that. Everyone wouldn't be paying attention to the gifts in a moment. Wildly they grabbed the gasoline buckets and and unscrewed the caps, running around the tree and pouring out the liquid. It was rhythm, to grab, spin, and coat as much of the tree as they could. Soon enough they had stopped dancing with the gasoline, simply because the wagon was empty.
    
      The girl grabbed the tissue she had brought and lit it on fire before swinging her hand forward, towards the gas smelling tree. Quickly it lit up in flames, the towering tree and the dry grass around it. The teenagers realized this would quickly spread, and create a grass fire, but instead of correcting their "wrong" they simply watched the magical sight. The red-haired girl and green eyed boy were to mermoized to notice the blaring red and blue lights, or the crawling flames that began to eat at their feet. Suddenly they were engulfed in flames, they skin began to burn in crisp flakes and their scream dulled out the blaring of police cars. Wildly they ran around, on fire and in a panic. Their skin gave a off a horrible smell of burnt flesh, and the girl fell, coughing heavily. Her red hair was eaten by the flames and she yelled loudly and high pitched as she freaked out in her last moments. The boy had a panicked look in his once playful green eyes and he too fell next to the girl, screaming together until their mouths became nothing but fresh ash.

     The police and fire fighters arrived, stopping the fire from destorying anything but town hall. All around he people were confused, how could the spirit of Christmas be like this? The two children were dead now, but they were the ones that foolishly started the fire and try to ruin the Christmas for their own amusment. No one would be grieving for them when they had done such a thing.
Cristina Yang


I heard you burnt yourself again,
Lighting fires with someone else.
Just because you're cold,
Just because you're bored,
Just because you can.
Don't hide your eyes,
From me. He's always late,
And I'm always free.




 
 


I'm Not
The Villain,
despite what
you're always
Preaching...

 





 

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