Children of the Fire: A Short Story


Look at us. The infection has spread all over. Now even the children are vulnerable. It was bound to happen. It happens everywhere. There must be some way elder. There is a way, we must embrace what befall on us. It is not a disease. The moss will wipe us out. It will make us brittle. Don’t you realize?

I realize what you don’t. We are ugly, grey and rough. God bestowed you with beauty. You are not immortal. Sooner or later you will die. And die shall you to become the part of the great fire of earth.

Living things die quickly, they do not know what happens to them. We are lucky. We get to know about ourselves while we disintegrate and what lies inside us. Death enlighten us.

So this means that we have very little time left. Don’t look at time, look the view, how beautiful we look. Yes, now I see. If we have to die, at least we will die beautiful. What do you think lies inside us? I know, THE FIRE.

National Geographic

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2 thoughts on “Children of the Fire: A Short Story

  1. I really like your blog.. very nice colors & theme. Did you
    make this website yourself or did you hire someone to do it for you?
    Plz reply as I’m looking to create my own blog and would like to know where u got this from. kudos

    • Hello…..I did not hire anybody for this blog…. the theme and all are set by me from the custom themes provided by wordpress…. good luck for your blog…. see you around and do tell me when you start one of your own…..

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