Sample Stories

 A Shoe Burning
Candace Carrabus

"The shoes burn at sunset," I announced. "At the top of the hill in the field by the pond."

A bemused smile creased my husband's face. Of all the questions he might venture about this peculiar statement, he asked, "Why sunset?" I had given this some thought. It was dead of winter, and night came early. "The wind settles then," I said. "Plus, I want my offering to be visible to whatever gods note such things."  >> MORE

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 A Vision of Sacred Fire
Barbara Ardinger

It’s said that one of the powers of fire is transformation. An invisible fire changed my life.
As a child, I always stayed clear across the kitchen from my grandmother’s gas stove. I never knew why. It just terrified me.  >> MORE

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A Gift of Fire
Anna Buckner

“Is this me?” I asked the wind, sitting on a pile of ashes, half-burned papers, and smoldering stuffed animals. “Is there a purpose to this nightmare?”
The fire spread rapidly. My mother and I were in the kitchen when we saw smoke rising above the doorway. We rushed to the corridor. Already the heat was oppressive. At the far end of the hallway, my bedroom was shooting flames out the door. We barely had time to run out of the apartment. >> MORE

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Dancing With the Fire
Michael Sky

It began raining early in the morning of Memorial Day that year, and the rain kept up through most of the day. My wife Penny and I were living with two friends in a suburban neighborhood in Concord, just west of Boston. We planned to have the firewalk on our front lawn. We called the local fire department and told them we were having a holiday cookout with a Hawaiian luau-style wood fire. I began to see the rain as a plus, as it would keep our neighbors indoors. I went to the supermarket and bought a case of charcoal lighter, should I need it to keep the fire going.  >> MORE
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