A Fizzle of a Good Time... or Was It?

It was his idea of a good time...

It was his idea of a good time. He would take a match and light a piece of paper and listen to it fizzle as it reached the end. As the flames engulfed the paper nearly putting itself out, he would toss the ashy remains into a small glass ashtray, watching the rest fizzle out of existence. Several times he would just burn different things. Sometimes he would experiment with different materials - other times with bigger objects. But mostly he stuck to the small pieces of paper. He loved watching the flames engulf the tiny piece of parchment.

On one particular night, he decided he wanted to play with fire in a different way. He started brushing the flame up and down his pants leg. He needed to add a little extra boost. He looked around the house wondering what he could use. At first he wasn’t sure. He looked around the living room, but the candles didn’t seem dangerous enough. He walked into the bathroom where he saw a variety of new adventures - cleaners of all varieties, aerosol cans of hairspray, and other magical items that could cause an explosive reaction.

He decided the hairspray would be his best bet. He brought it with him to the living room. He pressed down on the little white button and smelled the sweet sticky mist of raspberry freshness. It reminded him of his Mom. A mother who was never home because she had two jobs to support this family. He felt like such a burden. Did she even really know who he was or what his passion in life was?

He sat down on the couch and grabbed the lighter from his pocket. He flicked the lighter a few times before hitting the button on the hairspray. Within an instant he had an instant fruity blowtorch. Something he never saw before. His mom would not approve if she saw him now. He kept creating his blowtorch, pointing it in different directions, but never really aiming it at anything in particular. He didn’t want to start a fire, he just wanted to see the flame.

Mid-flame, his mother burst through the front door. In surprise, he threw the flames toward the curtains. It didn’t take long before the fire traveled from the curtains to furniture and up the wall to the ceiling. Instantly the house was burning. He stood there in shock, not knowing what to do. His mother grabbed him by the arm and dragged him outside, yelling the whole time. He couldn’t understand her words, everything was fuzzy. Was she yelling at him for being stupid or yelling at him to get to safety?

He could hear the sirens in the backyard. Everything happened so fast and before his eyes, their house was burning to the ground. All because he was trying to have a good time!

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ralwus 6 years ago

Good story and good writing too. Gee, the things kids can get up to. Sad really.

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barbergirl28 6 years ago from Hemet, Ca Author

Luckily it isn't really all true... the inspiration came from a friend who used to spray her jeans with hairspray and light it on fire when we were in highschool. The effect is cool but when I look back at it... it is actually very dangerous!

ralwus 6 years ago

That was some crazy friend you had. Is she still living? ;)

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barbergirl28 6 years ago from Hemet, Ca Author

As far as I know ... yes... but we lost contact after highschool!

ralwus 6 years ago

I hope she quit playing with fire. Good night now.

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mythicalstorm273 4 years ago

I had never read this one before. Very interesting idea. I remember I used to love playing with fire. I also loved the results of the ash. Sometimes I would start a stick on fire and then blow the fire out so I could use the partially burnt stick like it was a pencil. I do not know why it caught my attention. I would carve into my candles with the same idea and it just always kept me occupied. Sometimes it would really stink also and I would tell myself never to burn that item again. I even caught my hair on fire one of the times... that was one of the worst. Very interesting hub.

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barbergirl28 4 years ago from Hemet, Ca Author

@Myth - I have to admit, I was always a bit fascinated with fire. However, it can be dangerous. I remember in highschool, we used to spray hair spray on our pants and light it up. It would travel up our leg. It looked cool, but as an adult looking back at it... that probably was really stupid! :)

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