Friday, July 6, 2012

Theme 84 - Fire

From @zenmaster: She set fire to the rain. Then apologized as the farmers stalked her with pitchforks. Poor sodding Adele.

From @karthikisthin:

11:54 am.

It had reached the eighth floor and was rising rapidly, uncontrollably. The office was evacuated 32 minutes ago. Akshay was at his desk, typing away furiously. Everything around him was getting charred. Yet, like the sky outside, his mind was clear. “The promotion is surely mine,” he smiled.

His deadline was 12.00 pm.

From @SmilingBlues: He said the world will end in fire. She said ice. I grumbled, wondering whether I could snag a beer in between. She gave me an icy stare. He just let out a derisive smile. I just shook my head. Then, I saw him. I saw the fire in his eyes. And I got lost.

From @drun007 : "Dad, can we go watch the 4th of July fireworks?  You come up with an excuse every year.", cried Brad.  "Say something, Mom."  Brenda had no expression. 

She knew Jack would never go for it.  Even the beauty of fire would remind him of the gory 1972 afternoon at Boston's Vendome hotel.  A fire extinguished !

From @MrNarci: She loved to see song lyrics come alive. Loved to dance. Loved to see people dying, especially those she hated. She called the few she hated for a party; uninhibited dance in a closed barn. And when they were spent; she poured gasoline on sleeping bodies, lit a match: Fire burning on the dance floor.

From @ScribblingOn: Eyeing her object of desire from a distance, the Matchstick longed to inch closer to the piece of Paper. Their union resulted in their offspring-Fire. The orange flames danced on the Paper's bosom till it devoured his very being. In nurturing Fire, the Matchstick perished. The relentless Fire smirked at his companion, the suffocating Smoke.

From @TheOtherBanana: She spent a year with him and not one hair of his had touched her shadow, let alone herself. Yet, they made her walk through fire to prove her fidelity. In a parallel world, the earth would have silenced the questioning looks instead of silencing herself on doubts cast by the whims of a king.

From @Catoptronia:

He sensed a crippling terror seize her behind the veil of endless tears flowing down those innocent eyes. Her vulnerability was strangely sensual.

For a second, he lost focus.

Just for a second.

His eyes then fell on the stack of money.

That was all it took for the mercenary to take aim and fire.

From @JaaTeri:

Reporter: “Scientists have been hugely successful in artificially creating human life on Mars. According to them, in another 5 years, Mars will become a ‘second Earth’ and the most peaceful planet.”

Scientist: “Yes. We have already fired Emo-Missiles at Mars. Each missile will stimulate emotions and human skills. We have left out greed and jealousy.”

From @bitchwanti: A flickering candle, a pyre of flames that burns its image on the inside of closed eyelids to stay awhile. Maybe that was why they first locked eyes through the flame of a candle, took vows to cherish each other around the holy pyre. And now they lose themselves in the fire of desire, a plume of smoke.

From @chillerarj:

The scars remained unmitigated.

A stream of rapidly dwindling memories washed over them with a constant effort to let purging happen.

Unknowingly, it stirred up a disturbance in the forgotten alleys that had become a part and parcel of her being while she basked in the fire from yesterdays in the shroud of tomorrow's promise.

From @RuthSaldanha: He watched her eyes shut in ecstasy. Watched as her lips hollowed around the shaft, sucking it deep, as deep as she could take it. A high like no other, a high that would destroy her. And she didn’t even know it. Disgusted, he snatched the cigarette away. He wouldn’t start the fire.

From @jumidas1:

She remembered again the way he had looked at her yesterday; it's obvious he loves her as much as she loves him. Then she put to fire the love letter she had written him.

Sometime, the best love stories are the one which never happened. And now, their's will always be on fire.

From @ThePheno_Menon: It was pleasant in Colaba when smoke engulfed the area, pervading through the air like sneaky monsters slithering towards their prey. The clanging of the fire trucks grew louder as the news of the fire in the Mantralaya spread. "Hope the fire gets some ministers", people thought, as they sat in Leopold's.

From @FlirtingKaapi: 4 broken ribs, 2 fractures, 2 miscarriages, innumerable bruises and scars later, she was back to the gym. His pressure would not be able to stop her. Her evergreen list of game injuries will not be able to stop her. Her heart was on fire and only a gold medal would quench that fire's thirst.

From @writingchalk: He walked into the airport. Just as the guards arrived to take him in, he brandished a lit matchstick around. “I WILL BLOW UP THIS AIRPORT! NOT KIDDING!” He was drenched in petrol, his body strapped with 1 kg of TNT. A foolhardy guard then leapt at him, and impulsively the man dropped his matchstick...

From @FateMarfatia:

Deafening sounds. Searing sights. Pungent air. Numb nerves. Tortured senses. The world was at war.


Veer loaded his gun. Hands shaking. Vision blurring. Attention wavering. It was almost like something inside him was slowly recoiling. The battle within was overpowering the battle without.

This time the voice was louder. “FIRE!”

Veer pulled the trigger.

From @pallavipinakin: A dull Friday, punctuated by sighs of boredom. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. Out came the matchbox. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the burning match over her shoulder. It split into a hundred glowing fragments, each on its arbitrary way to a different heart. Chaos giggled. The day had just gotten interesting.

From @bassyc: The fire in her starts dying down with age. Her family of parents and siblings, for whom she sacrificed her own priorities, gets their own stories in life. She suddenly finds herself all alone, none to grow old with.

From @iBeingMe: The building was prohibited to enter. There was fear among the public as they claim to hear people crying inside the library when it was put on fire during riots. Alone in his rebellion he wanted to find out the voices and one day he pushed the door open to find out bleeding burnt pages.

From @CruciFire:

This is not how I should react.
This is not how I should behave.
This is not how I want to learn.
This is not how I want to love.
This is not how I want to live.
This ain't me.

I found the real me in CruciFire.
I didn't become him, he became me.

From @randomWhiz: No electricity, he used a candle. No money, he bought the books by the money he earned. A minor, so worked in a beedi factory. But when they burnt his books, he learnt the final lesson. He became an arsonist.

From @ChaaluChapaati: “You should have that fire in your belly!” The words played themselves over and over in her head. ‘Am I a good designer?’ she wondered. Recently, she seemed to feel no passion…for anything. Except when she thought of him and the way his lips covered her nipples. Then you could see her cheeks burn.

From @designerfoo: It burned through her skin,  her eyes only adding fuel to the lascivious warrant. It extended from her head to her hips, wrapping her naked body like little twisted, scintillating rays of the Sun. In that instant the frame was composed. It was as if she was made from it, made from - fire.

From @AskThePankazzzz: The warmth of his breath on her body. Tongues following the breath, to bring the mercury down. The heat of their bodies firing up moods. Her moans. His sweat. Everything was on flames. Fitting into each other like two perfectly soluble liquids, they appeared to be the line where fire and ice melt as one.

From @NeelSheth:

1, 2, 3, 4…

Legs curled up backwards; body burnt like charcoal

31, 32, 33…

Sixteen? Ummm..maybe, seventeen years old.

55, 56, 57….58

Chest stuck with the ceiling fan; must have jumped from the upper birth.

Sabarmati express – Coach S6. Feb 27, 2002. Godhra

He was just one of them, set on fire; Alive.

From @roshd: It was a tough match between two champions. I cheered for Federer like a kid..Admiring his resolve and the fire in his belly. This time he didn’t disappoint. And we both won. His reward a berth in the Wimbledon final. Mine a chilled beer. For the final I promise myself a margharita.Go Roger!

From @GayatriiM:

" You are cordially invited to grave the occassion to witness nupital knots of Shekhar & Ananya" . Grave ,smirked Laavnya as she noticed typo in e-Invite !

Just as she was logging off,she noticed a pop up on messenger"Beautiful days are reminiscence of smiles you left behind ".Nikhil's innane message made sense to her today .

1 comment:

  1. Drenched in Rain, the Fire within him aggravated, he kicked his football out of the Window. Arav, the nine year old boy who had cancer carried within him a passion to play professional soccer. A passion more than what we normal people could ever have. He was gifted and cursed. Bravo I Say !