The #100wordstory is just that, exactly one hundred words long.
If you have a story that fits this criteria. Email me, I would love to feature you.
I love watching a fire burn, looking into the flames where the imaginings live, a million images of illusion.
That is why I start them.
The match bursts into life. A fluttering flame. Hungrily feeding. Gluttonous.
My baby grows stronger. Its tendrils reach out, claiming all about as its own.
I shall watch it become fiercer, wild, ferocious. See it do my bidding, clearing, cleansing, burning the old, the rotten, the evil.
Pride thumps in my chest. Intense satisfaction.
I am a good father.
I have given life.
I have destroyed evil.
I have given freedom.
I am a God.