I stood there on the edge of my reverie, watching the flames of hell soaring to the heavens. Smoke and smog let out cries of help into the gray black clouds inescapably formed. It burned to the ground with the sound of a beautiful symphony of destruction. Ash and soot of black, a most majestic midnight black came soon after orange flames of mayhem brought an unwelcomed peace. The unbearable scorching heat was a luxury of the uninvolved. I however held the match that started it all.
I walked toward my masterpiece of inviting, hypnotizing flames through the bliss of the suffocating smog. I coughed a most delightful, painful cough. Burning bright with perfection, the old house continued to surrender to magnificence. I tossed the matches aside onto the most alluring gray black ground my eyes ever beheld.
The smell was the most horrid, marvelous smell imaginable. Fumes of burning pleasure lingered in the now perfect atmosphere. Hard to breathe through the black clouds of pleasantry, yet breathing was so much better in the smog of paradise. My eyes were red, a most beautiful ruby-red from the sparking delight that I made my way toward.
Fleets of fire trucks began arriving to disturb the Utopia taking place. The most barbarous sirens plausible to the un-wanting ear deafened the peace of the house ablaze with greatness. Disgusting amounts of water extinguishing my trance until only the most pathetic of blacks was left soaked on the ground as an insignificant reminder of the grandeur I had created. Firemen walked away from the disaster, all of them ashen with abolition. Disparaging men masquerading as heroes as they ruin magnificence.
I turned my back to the now ruined masterpiece. I began to stride into the shadows of my mind, filled with smoke, ash and the most enticing orange flames. Scorching heat and desire of burning destruction are all that exist in perfect peace.
Sharon is a Tulane University Senior, English Major, and a member of the Tulane Women’s Tennis Team. She was born and raised in the Hamptons on Eastern Long Island in New York. Prior to studying at Tulane, she attended the prestigious Evert Tennis Academy in Boca Raton, Florida for her senior year of high school. This past summer she participated in A Writer’s Summer at Stony Brook University at Southampton. After graduation she looks forward to attending graduate school and obtaining a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing.
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