"A Skyline of Polished Chrome"

"A Skyline of Polished Chrome"

A Story by KyleJCo

Very dark, very sinister. Be prepared.

I loved watching it all burn; watching the plaster tear like a kerosene torch, the smoke filling my lungs like my father's cigarettes. The incendiary device electrified my hand like electrode darts, sending currents of pulsating volts through shaded nerve. I could hear the walls crack as the flames waved to the sleeping moon, dancing under this starless, October night. I loved the oranges, the reds; they resembled a valley of autumn leaves, swirling in a light, lavender wind. A transtitioning glance brought the entire block in my vision; each structure reflecting the same vermillion glow, as if projected from the blood-stained eyes of Mars. My eyelids connected. Falling to my knees, my hands traced the cold cement of the concrete sidewalk. I smiled; this night would be remembered for days to come. I rose to my feet. Footsteps drowned by the roar of a million burning sound waves, the boulevard became distant, a fluorescent skyline of polished chrome.  

© 2013 KyleJCo

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Added on April 19, 2013
Last Updated on April 19, 2013
Tags: Dark, short-story, fire, night