A spark could be enough to set them ablaze.
A spark could be enough to set them ablaze.
Her death would leave me scattered, talking to chairs and pillows. Don't let us die, I want to cry out to that fifth-century sky ablaze with mystery and spiral light. Let us both live forever, in sickness and health, feebleminded, doddering, toothless, liver-spotted, dim-sighted, hallucinating. Who decides these things? What is out there? Who are you?
I would imagine being tied up and put in a haystack while someone put the dry, stale straw ablaze. I would picture it perfectly while rocking on my hand. The daydream was about struggling to get free while the fire burned hotter and closer. I am not sure if I came when the fire reached me or after I had imagined escaping it. But I came. I orgasmed on my hand to the dream of fire.
We are in the black theater of nonexistence. In an eye blink the curtain is up, the stage ablaze, for the vast drama of ourselves.
Your own safety is at stake when your neighbor's wall is ablaze.
The job description here is very simple - whatever needs to be done. If a man walks in here and says something is broken, it can't be fixed and it can't be done - if you really want to set me ablaze, tell me something can't be done. Around here, hard-to-do things, we do immediately. Impossible things just take a little longer. If it can't be repaired, then we replace it. Most of the time, if something tears up, it tears up for a reason, the way it was designed.
At least the top two stories are ablaze, and the bottom three or four stories ablaze. And in the middle, between the two sets of flames, lights are still burning.
There it stands ablaze, like a slab of fire, with its parade of white flagstaffs gleaming in the street light, and the humped black limousines patient at the door.
The Italians are fond of red clothes, peacock plumes, and embroidery and I remember one rainy morning in the city of Palermo, the street was ablaze with scarlet umbrellas
I cannot even begin to think of what possibly can be in the minds of those who would set the woods ablaze and cause so much harm and grief for so many people,
Far
Within I kneel before you, speechless yet,
And life ablaze with beauty, I am dumb.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories