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The glowing embers leaped and twirled in a firery dance, twinkling like stars in the hot swirling air before cascading to earth like gleeful fire fiends, setting alight the tinder dry forest of high August.

angela described this, March 10, 2012.
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A plume of fire exploded into the blackness, the flame rolling outwards like the smoke of a mushroom cloud. The idea of the firefighters rushing in was ludicrous, it was an inferno fuelled by the gallons of accelerant in the warehouse. The heat was oppressive even from two hundred yards away. The onlookers had been excited at first, snapping pictures to upload to friends and generally behaving like a crowd on bonfire night. But then a subtle shift in the wind direction brought noxious smoke and ash raining down into their hair and eyes. With hands and clothing clamped to their mouths they fled to their upmarket cars. It was chaos as they all tried to leave at once, honking their horns and struggling to see through the grey debris that coated their windshields.

sarahreed92 described this, November 8, 2014.
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It was the ice in Micha's heart that lead him to set fires. All his life he'd been an unwelcome parcel shunted between overcrowded foster homes. Then on a cold day last October he'd discovered he could burn things, destroy things. At first he just kept a match book in his pocket and would strike them while he sat on the swings, watching the obedient flame flicker in the breeze, blackening the wood, transforming it to charcoal at his command. An uncontrollable grin would spread across his malnourished features that did not reach his eyes. Soon he graduated to burning trinkets of his adversaries, often times the flame would be a different hue or emit copious black smoke that choked him. He graduated to dousing his items in nail polish remover to accelerate the burning. For that brief moment in time that the flames leapt, devouring feverishly, he became tranquil. The blackened remains satisfied him only momentarily, then he craved it all the more. Now he fondled The List...

sarahreed92 described this, November 8, 2014.
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The nascent fire played amid the kindling like a child with a new toy, it's flames leaping in excitement, it's quiet crackling like so much giggling in the woods..

danny described this, November 12, 2013.
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Later they would describe the fire that beat them back as a wall of intense heat that threatened to burn their very lungs, cooking them from the inside.

danny described this, November 12, 2013.
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Smouldering, fire licked the bottom of the wooden post like a hungry kitten with a saucer of milk, crackling, playful, gentle at first, fire flickered, flared, leapt, spat, shower of sparks like a fountain, plumes of black grey smoke, wound itself around the post like a great hungry serpent, devoured everything in it's path, choking clouds of noxious smoke, inferno, blazing, out of control, ash floating to the ground like great dirty flakes of snow, showering onto everything, sprinkling onto the ground.

charlie described this, March 10, 2012.
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The fire devoured the kerosene in a flash of scorching flame and soon began to burn the furniture it had been daubed on. Thick black clouds of smoke choked the air. The fire alarm stood useless on the counter where Martin had put it. He meant them to die in their beds from the noxious smoke, and if not they would die on the upper landing for he had soaked the stair carpet too. The fire would be too quick, too ferocious for the fire fighters to get there in time. In the morning the house would be ash and he would be free.

danny described this, November 12, 2013.
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Almost as soon as the lightning had struck the tree, the world became illuminated. In the distance, I could see thick gray smoke billowing into the skies. The once pale blue sky is now shielded by a veil of darkness as the smoke swallows up the whole sky. Fierce fire could be seen sneaking their way out from the rows of trees.

found in “The Field”, authored by Lauren Cossarini. loorlee418 added this, October 10, 2013.
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Smell of wood smoke drifted through the house like incense.

angela described this, January 9, 2012.
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smoldering, roaring, flickering flames, eager, hungry, rampaging, sweeping, cinders, ashes, sparks, engulf, explode, devour, thick acrid smell of the smoke, enormous appetite of the flames, consumed in flames, terrible destruction, like a great famished beast devouring everything in it's path and belching out black smoke.

loki described this, November 22, 2011.
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The match used to start the fire was now just a cold lump of dust in my hand that flew away with the wind. The cracked wood that held this building together had taken to the fire immediately. Shining through the clouds the moon illuminated the flames. Shadows danced against the tree trunks, bringing the whole forest alive whilst the spindly fingers of the trees reached out grasping the night air.

katiecjx described this, October 2, 2014.
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I watched the ever burning fire that blazed outside of my window, in the streets. I could not breath, nor could I hear my heart in my chest I was alive watching everything burn. What once was beautiful cracked and wilted under the weight of the weightless fire. The bright turned black and ascended in the air in dark gray plumes of darkness, and misery. Carrying the dreams and lives of many to another place far beyond the stars. No matter how much effort was given, the fire didn’t cease it’s reign of terror. I could not run, nor could I scream. I only watched as they burned. My home, my family, everything. There flesh turned black as fire ate greedily at their mangled faces and torn backs. There was no escaping it, the pain, and death it caused, and the dreams it stole.

chalcanthite described this, April 7, 2014.
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It was a vast expanse of solemn trees, immaculately arranged, splattered with shades
of gorgeous hues- ocher, teal and baby blue, but the ambience was dry, arid, parched,
the rustle of leaves was only to be heard as travelers paved their path through the woods
lighting a fire, more than an incandescent spark fighting its way to be distinguished in the dark
A while later, torrential ashes swirled, blending against the setting of black,
as particles of fire, glittering, surreal, plummeted towards the Earth, illuminating all it touched
The world was enveloped by that acrid scent, the world was set alight by tangerine sparkles,
the inky sky shielded by billowing gray smoke, which spread out like a billowing charcoal cloak
The trees, unable to withstand the boiling wrath

Richa Gupta described this, April 21, 2014.
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The fire flashed into existence in a wash of red and yellow sparks. Like the beauty of running water so unearthly. Yet it has a dangerous beauty. They fire leaping up, picking up speed like a river does tributaries. The fire held its head up regally and proudly as its destruction spread while glowering at the surrounding daring them to challenge its awesome power. It ate everything in its path. Yellow, red and orange. The colours of autumn; yet can autumn cause so much destruction. A person stood entranced by its beautiful depths. It seemed like a women bringing him closer. The fire licked at his out reached arm causing searing and a smell of burning flesh as it crept him his hand bringing him out of his reverie. Yellow, red and orange the colours in autumn.

thomasg described this, August 12, 2014.
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He stood alone in the fiery night, bright colours dancing, tattooing then changing before his eyes. He observed, each time he watched the flames leap and hiss, always reaching feverishly out for him, trying desperately to grab and hold onto his fleeting shadow. And oh, how beautifully they swayed, beckoning him, enticing him, and each time he looked away. But this time he took a step, and reached out with his pale hand and let it be immersed under the raging flames. And he let the blazing lips kiss his hands.

23sunsetsandhorizons described this, December 14, 2014.
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Crimson anger arose from the burning blaze. Struggling to stay lit all the fury burst out as if it devoured the wood hungrily expressing all its rage and wrath. Smoke released out of its flames and boyishly danced around the abanded room trying the dispose all its anger from within. The small humble flame, that sat in the corner of the room, lit up its surroundings will fury pouncing out of it. The fire flickered like the vicious tongue of a snake poised in hatred waiting to strike. Suffocated, suffocated, suffocated in the fireplace trying to escape.

_pkaur described this, October 18, 2014.
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"They watched from a secluded clearing as the once great manse went up in flames. The sight was eerily beautiful in the predawn light. . . The flames leaped and danced as they consumed, radiantly beautiful in their destruction. Fresh embers jumped and spread ever higher until the entire structure was engulfed in a blazing, explosive inferno. Then they watched as, piece by piece, it crumbled to the ground. The fire left only ashes in its wake, grey and empty, to be blown away on the wind."

mee described this, September 28, 2014.
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This was not just fire. It was death. It was a giant wave, a fire storm, rolling in on itself, undulating like some grotesque creature hell-bent on our murder. And it was hurtling towards us at staggering speed.

macabre described this, August 11, 2014.
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Burning inferno.The blazing hot golden flames engulfed everything in its path

tinstlety described this, April 5, 2014.
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The bright, menacing flame was even visible from a distance. I watched in upmost horror as I witnessed the fire swallow the entire building. Toxic fumes shot up into the air every few seconds and the thick, poisonous smoke choked everyone in its wake.

xinchen.gan described this, August 11, 2014.
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I opened the door to see my house engulfed in flames.

drenaydreanna described this, October 6, 2014.
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I watch the deep flames of the enraged fire through the minute holes in the itchy sack covering my head. I can’t breathe, nor can I hear even the simplicity of my heart racing in my chest. I am only able to watch everything burn around me without action. What was once beautiful wilted and cracked under the ferocity of the flames, turning to ash and dust. I continued to choke and splutter under the thick sack, my struggling ceasing. I have no energy to even keep my head from drooping to the floor any longer. I cannot get out of the ropes forcing me and binding me to the wall. I cannot escape the intense heat of the flames as it slowly creeps to me. I want to scream, ever so badly, but there is no use.

zoroark101 described this, October 30, 2014.
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The blazing inferno destroyed everything mercilessly in its path

koala described this, June 30, 2014.