I once had a fire in me that could not be contained. I knew no boundaries. I knew no limits. I knew only of energy that burned.
There were no rules. I could go anywhere. Through the mountains. Into the forest. Past the villages and under the leaves. I could spark interest in anything.
People talked and my flames became more vibrant from conversation. “Did you see the scarlet colors?” “Did you feel the warm glow?” I was a thing of dangerous beauty that I thought could only beam brighter.
But then one day I burned the earth. I wasn’t paying attention. I turned to radiate my astonishing brilliance, but the grass had already died. I fled to the trees to show them my passion, but they had already bent over backwards in ruins with dissatisfaction. I turned to the towns, to the cities, to the houses of my comfort, but they had crumbled gray, like an eraser.
I ran to the edge of the earth and straight for the ocean.
“You have nowhere else to go,” the waves taunted.
I turned around. A few miles away, stood one small cabin that I had previously overlooked. Cautiously. Carefully. Slowly I approached its window.
Inside the one room cabin, there was a wood stove, fat and dusty with age.
From outside I shouted, “I have burned everything. I have nowhere else to go.”
Immediately, the wood stove opened up its door.
“Thank God you’re here. I’ve been waiting for so long.”
I’m loving these. Keep up the good work.
Quite creative and well-written! 😉
Nice! Linked to this from https://astrobuss.wordpress.com/2016/08/08/saturn/ . Thanks!
This is interesting and I love it. Am reblogging it.
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From A Word of Substance is a wonderful take on fire…the good and the dangerous.
I absoutely love this…so much creativity, and beautifully written.
I love this! It’s beautifully written
Awe inspiring, keep up the amazing work man! Keep tending the fires of creativity
Beautiful. Such a story of hope and resilience. Inspiring stuff.
Loved this. Thank you for posting!
Like!! I have a wood stove 🙂
This is a lovely one 🙂
I see this as a metaphor for the human spirit and appreciate the importance of the “fire” as emotion seeking what may keep it burning and alive as we do – all of us who want human relationships. Thanks to the Wood Stove.