pyrokinesis - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
There was silence… and then a small click of fingers. The noise cut through the quiet, catching his attention. In the dark corner of the train car sat a thin figure, cloaked in grey with a face shrouded by black hair. Another click, and a flicker of light as a flame danced in pale, trembling fingers for the briefest of moments, burning paper held within another hand. White eventually browned, touched by a golden glow, falling to the floor as ash, adding to the ever growing pile of grey. Acrid-tasting smoke coated his mouth as he crouched down next to the figure, their eyes fixed to the golden flame in their hand, oblivious to the movement.