Category : Stories

Sub Category : Fantasy

Burning sky
Burning bridge 
Burning trees
Burning air
Burning cloth

We met and it was like a match striking a rock.

We worked well together, like a choreographed dance to a song you know by heart.

You had a strange energy that drew me in.

You were a flood and I was a flame that burned too bright and too fast.

We met on the bridge yesterday.

You held me in your arms and pressed your lips onto mine and the world burned around us.

The burning isn't a metaphor anymore.

Wood cracks and splinters and stone cracks and people scream and run but I'm rooted here.

A gush of hot air whips my face and you drag me away but its no use.

The world is burning.

I couldn't care less.

As everything crumbles to the ground I can't help but marvel at the horrible beauty of it all.

You run.

I burn.