Young Writers Society

My entry for the "On Fire" contest.

Fire. Fire. Fire. Just say it over and over again, all you want. But, you will never understand it.

"Fire is like a human." She would say.

"No, fire is God.", he would reply.

"Pyro!", she would respond, shooting him a glare.

The two friends stood in front of their mess, their creation, their masterpiece.

It seemed that at any moment, something would pop out of the 20 foot bonfire and take them in, like

something in an Avenged Sevenfold music video. The two just stood there in silence, surveying what

ever they could, trying to understand.

"What," The boy started, "What did you mean when you said 'fire was like a human'?"

The girl knelt in front of the fire, bringing her face closer and closer. The boy got nervous, he wanted to

take her away and tell her what a stupid idea it was to get that close. Then, she stood back up, a torch

in her hands.

"Look at this." She demanded. "It looks practically the same as that fire, but it's not. It's so different in

many ways. Like humans, we all have four limbs, a head, two eyes, a mouth, but we're not the same.

Fire is the exact same way. Amazing, isn't it?"

The boy thought about it, the flame was mingling and twisting. Shooting out little sparks. The fire

looked so angry. How could any human possibly be that angry?

"It's so fierce though, it's like its some beast that wants you to stand by its side as it sets your future

forever." He stood closer to the girl. Her eyes looked dead black. She was as hot as the fire itself,

"Aren't you too warm?" He asked, placing a hand to her burning cheek.

The girl just stared. After a few minutes, she turned to the fire and threw the torch inside. "Fire is a

demon when you really start to think about it. It could practically control you. You could go insane with

it. It demands such a thin line between living and dying. You could be so attracted to it and be able

to see this amazing piece, or else you could be too attracted to it and be suffocated into it's warmth,

dying."

"That was... deep." The boy rose an eyebrow. He went to the fire and placed his hands in front of it. She

was right, the fire did have some control over you. You could stare at it for hours and never understand it's

meaning. All that crackling and snapping, the turns and shooting of flames. It could make you so

frustrated, wanting to understand it.

"Fire can hate you." She went up next to him, grabbing his hand. "It could tare your life apart, killing you,

burning you, ruin your home and dreams. It can take people away from you if it really wants."

"You talk about fire as if it's some type of devil?" The boy looked down upon the petite girl.

"No, but, I believe that fire is someone. And he's spread across the world every time a fire

is made. He's at war with water, each battling to see who could take over the world more and more until

finally, it's engraved the world into it, either becoming a land of water, or another burning sun."

"Hey! What are you kids doing?" A voice called behind the two teenagers.

They turned around, scared. They took a step back, hand in hand, falling into the pit of fire. When it all

comes down to one explanation, no one would understand fire. Some say that fire holds souls in it, some

say fire is a thing. For these two teenagers, they will now know what fire really is. They can explore it all

they want, ask questions to the devil or god. Everyone will just have to wait for that one day to understand.

After that 20 foot fire was put out, fire fighters looked all over for the bodies, but nothing was found.

To this day, the two kids laugh. Laugh because no one will understand, no one will understand that they

are fire. That everyone is a piece of fire.