I’ve been seeing recently a lot of short stories. And when I say short, I mean short.
I’m talking 50-100 words. And I thought why not do some of my own. Now, I know I have already shared two previous 100 word challenges that I have done, but this is different.
Rather than doing them for a purpose (contest purpose, that is), I feel that they are more fun when done sporadically and about random things. The inspiration for one can strike at any time, like a coiled viper!
And so, without further ado:
I stare into it, mesmerised. The dancing flames encapsulate me and send me into a world of pain and torture. It’s warm here, too. A comforting warmth that reminds me of when I was sat in the kitchen, using the heat of the oven to warm me. The blue flames roared silently, but I could hear them. I could hear the thousands empty screaming souls that were being released into the confines of the oven. The noise stopped as soon as my mother pulled me away.
It wasn’t long until I heard them again, including her own.
Misunderstood, fire is.