The writing prompt at the dVerse Poets Club is Fire. You started a fire like never before, and now you can't put it out. Don't start something that someone else has to finish.
The Daily Post The air is hot, dense, and toxic, I feel my lungs boiling then shriveling. The lace curtains my grandmother made sparkle and flash like fireflies, then disintegrate. A smoldering pillowcase Scorches the bedspread as the flames take over, buckling the door and wrinkling the walls. Everything is screaming.