Fire Descriptive Writing

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Time is the fire in which we burn.
~Delmore Schwartz

The King was dead. Those four words shook me to my very core and made feel like a could collapse where I stood from the mere shock of the words. I gazed around and stared at the hectic city street all around me while eying the people who carried on through their day, unaware of the travesty that would affect all of they're lives as they knew it. In a few hours these streets wouldn't bustle with the sounds of merchants selling their myriad items or gypsies dancing in their vibrant skirts. Not even the boisterous children who ran down the streets, pick pocketing strangers would make a sound. Instead their freshly spilled blood would trickle down the cobblestone walkways, leaving a …show more content…

It wasn't just from the running that made me sweat but my anxiety as well. I had always lived within the safe walls of the castle and had not needed, no, I had not wanted, to do any heavy lifting. I regretted that decision whole heartedly now. If only my naive self had been aware of what was going on outside my ivory tower I might have taken my self defense classes more seriously. If I had stopped caring about my unmanageable raven hair or the most expensive cosmetics, if I had cared more about the people around me we might not have been in this mess in the first …show more content…

That was weird. Why did some look so scared as if they where to cower in a corner. It wasn't like guarding the gate was a scary job. Usually nothing of any importance ever happened there due to the fact that no one would ever attack the protruding fortress. Something had to be wrong, but what was it? I heard the screams before I saw what had everyone so scared. Looming overhead was a dragon as large as a castle and as dark as midnight. A dragon? Wasn't that a little excessive just for one person? It was then that it hit me. The city wasn't going to be destroyed by an enemy force of soldiers. No. They were going to burn the place to the ground with a monster. Why had I been so utterly naïve as to think that this whole ordeal would be easy? The soldiers scattered as the dragon roared a blazing flames towards the gate. The heat was unimaginable, so hot my baby woke up crying. The dragon abruptly turned his head towards the baby's wails, finally seeing his target for the first time. I knew what I had to do before I had even though of it. I had been prepared for my death, but that didn't make it any less spine-chilling. I ran towards a shop to my left and forced with a loud bang against the wooden exterior. Scanning the shop I found a chest nestled inconspicuously in the corner. Opening it, I put my baby inside with the blankets

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