BonfireA Story by PoetryPenPal
The red, orange, and yellow colors of the fire sway on top of the wood, on a mission to keep you warm. Marshmallows and wieners on sticks hang over the fire, which is secreting warm air to toast your marshmallows to a golden brown for your s’mores. The crunching of gram crackers and the screaming of playing children tells you that this is where you’re suppose to be. All lights are on in the city, so you feel like you’re watching a light show, or you’re staring at a large connect the dots board. Fireworks are shooting off into the dark sky, adding beautiful colors to it. The beautiful lights are booming loudly and echoing through the night. I lie on the soft grass, and listen to the echoing boom and stare in awe at the shining colors of the rainbow, exploding like an over-excited baby bird that just learned how to fly. I wish I could fly, soar with the birds, and be as brilliant as fireworks. I want to make a boom. © 2014 PoetryPenPalAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on February 18, 2014 Last Updated on February 18, 2014 AuthorPoetryPenPalLost in my thoughts..., MIAboutStuck in that awkward stage of waving goodbye to childhood and waiting for adulthood to envelope me. more.. |

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