If the Pentateuch be true, religious persecution is a duty. The dungeons of the Inquisition were temples, and the clank of every chain upon the limbs of heresy was music in the ear of God....

Her hair was red, like a flame. And my penis was long, like a commercial break. Hey, hold the elevator!

When a fire rises, don’t be quick to worry. Find the purpose of the fire, if it’s negative, water it down, if positive, feed the flames.

Kill the blames and you will put your shames into blazing flames. Look for solutions, not problems!

A fire truck is just a drivable penis. The flames of my love might engulf you, if you don’t let me park inside you.

If there is still one hellish, truly accursed thing in our time, it is our artistic dallying with forms, instead of being like victims burnt at the stake, signaling through the flames.

And when we say also that the Word, who is the first-birth of God, was produced without sexual union, and that He, Jesus Christ, our Teacher, was crucified and died, and rose again, and ascended...

Those candle flames were like the lives of men. So fragile. So deadly. Left alone, they lit and warmed. Let run rampant, they would destroy the very things they were meant to illuminate. Embryonic bonfires,...

She remembered how her heart, so tight, like a scroll, had opened when Arin kissed her. It had unfurled. If her heart were truly a scroll, she could burn it. It would become a tunnel...

They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts...

We can feel the vibration that comes from the candle flame, burning it way into our innermind, no blurry images, clear as crystal, we enter into the highest consciousness, on our journey back home, we...

LET THE FLAMES BEGIN!

No matter the joy in heaven, its coldness will make you bask beside the flames of hell.

Your powers don’t work in the rain do they? A little bit of water and your fire fizzles out? So Little Miss Perfect does have a weakness after all!

I was all too aware of his hands resting on my lower back, their imprints like sweet flames that seemed to go through the thin fabric of my dress and onto my skin.

They’re terrified of us Firefly, all of them are.””Well, good,” I replied, forming a tiny ball of flames in my fingertips, which were curled round the handle on the back of the bike. “They should...

I couldn’t believe I let him see me like this, unable to fend for myself. I fumed in disgust at my vulnerability. I didn’t want Evan to think I needed protecting. I pulled back my...

I closed my eyes and let a wave of heat pass over me, tingling right down into my fingertips. As my eyes flickered open I let my hands shoot out in front of me, sending...

Who set Rome on fire? The man we must admire. For killing his wife, and taking the life of mother and brother and so many others, while plucking his damnable lyre.

I am not a Sunday morning inside four wallswith clean bloodand organized drawers.I am the hurricane setting fire to the forestsat night when no one else is aliveor awakehowever you choose to see itand I...