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Fire

Fire

 After walking for hours and hours, he saw a cottage in which rings of smoke were coming out it, so he decided to try knocking on the door to see if someone would open.

He knock on the door three times a little louder, there were a lot of wind and heavy snow. As it is used to be in the tundra’s winter. Winds, which used the leafless trees as instrument, using each slender and naked branch as a key that conjures sounds that are transformed beautifully into music between the trees and the wind.

It wasn’t long before he heard and saw the wooden door moving heavily. From the other side of the portal there was an old man. He was heavily clothed and with glasses that were just lens and silvery temples. The old man saw him from feet to head in a strange way and inquisitive. Of course, this wasn’t shocking to him; after all, he saw the old man in the same way, both with good reason, the same reason, what are you doing here?

-Hello! – He started – I was wondering if I could come in, as you know the wind blows ferociously and icily.

- Of course – answered the old man kinda insecure, but denying refugee in such winter to someone was inhuman, the old man could say but yes – come, come in. You can put your backpacks here in the entry and don’t worry about the boots just get in quickly that the wind comes in and pulls out the heat.

He entered, quickly. And immediately took off the heavy backpack that was all cover in snow, he put it right next to the door and while he took off his boots that now weren’t black but white because of the snow. He gaze and saw at the little cabin, the living room and the kitchen were one, there was some furniture, a big red carpet in the center of the living room, he saw a breakfast table with beautiful cedar chairs and a  wood stove, after all in such place there could not be any electricity

And suddenly he saw it, at the end of the living room, working on the chimney, red glowing fire and with bustling heat, his mind forgot the rest and all his attention focused on the dancing fire and hypnotically he walked to the chimney. He just fell to the ground next to the fire and brought his hands close to the fire so he could caress the heat from the fire, he saw the fire through his fingers, he was seeing his hands reflecting the light of the fire in the chimney, his eyes reflect the dancing fire, his whole mind at that moment was just the fire and its heat.

In all this time he hadn’t took off his balaclava, he took it off and immediately put his warm hands over his cheeks and he started to remember, he remembered the heat has never before, he recall the hands of his mother caressing him, he recall the hands of his grandmother pinching his cheeks, he recall the sun lights on a summer day touching his face while he walked in the park, he recall the long forgotten heat.  

 His eyes started to get watery, it has been a long time since he feel what it is heat, it has been long since he knew what fire is and his benefits, like a warm smile upon his soul. He sat down with the legs folded against his chest and his legs hugging them and behind those watery eyes; he saw the fire as someone who sees his newborn child or his god.  

The old man, went to tell his wife. Now both gaze upon this stranger observe the fire as if there were any other truth but its dance. The old lady went to the kitchen. The old man holding a blanket decided to interrupt the obstinate meditation to the fire of him.

-young man, here, a blanket – said while lending the blanket to him and he grab it with his hands and put over him – long time without any sensation of warmness, I see.

He did not answer just nod with his head

- How long have you been out there on the tundra? – inquired the old man.

- I don’t know, but enough to forget the sensation of warmness – he said, in melancholy fashion.

- is dangerous, you know not just because of the cold, many nights we heard wolves howling and also foxes, one is no problem but a pack can give more than a thrill, especially in this time of the year were the food is scarce.

Again, he did not answer, but the old man was not annoy by the silence of his guest.  

- If you don’t mind, what are you doing here?

- I – said him, he pause cause many answers came to his head – I, came from up there, I was staying, way up there in the mountain, way way up there.

-well, if the cold here is bad, up there must be even worse, but why were you up there?

-hiding, running for my life, for my freedom.

- The old lady came with a glass of hot milk-chocolate and gave it to her guest.

- This! Thank you, this is very nice. – said why observing the steam form the hot coco going up.

- Why you say that, young man? -  Said the old lady while she sat in one of the sofas and tuck her-self up with some blanket that was there on the sofa.

- I am a criminal and I am running from my punishment

Both elders look at each other intrigued and kinda worry

- What kind of crime did you commit?

- Nothing bad, at least from my point of view, but for them I am a criminal, and I had commit crimes against humanity and the dogmas of their gods.

- You look tired, how did you survive all this time up there? – ask the old lady.

- I, I, at the beginning I had some supplies but has been long since that. There was a lake, so I could ice-fish. There were also some berries. But the Winter started to howl stronger and my supplies started to scarce. But with the fishing, I hold for a long time. Then the winter became impossible to stand and the bonfire couldn’t keep fire up. I decided to resist as much I could, I had a lot of jackets and blankets, but this was just enough for me to not freeze. So I decided to came down, no because I fear for my life but while I was holding against the freezing cold I started to get lost in my mind in some trains of thoughts, thinking about my “crimes” and then I knew, I could not hide forever, I could not freeze there and disappear, I had a work to do I have to finish my “crimes.  When I lost the fire I did not just lost the heat, but on the contrary I won, now I see it all clear. When I lost the fire, I also lost the heat. As I cannot feel, as I cannot think straight, as everything is darkness and wind. I appreciated more the benefits of the fire, the benefits of controlling it in order to get heat, to cook food. I knew that my “crimes” were like the fire if is off the cold and darkness will take over. So I decided to come down and keep the fire alive.

Again, the two elders look at each other.

- but Young man, what kind of crimes you did? – asked the Old man.

- my crimes- said him while he looked down – are, but being me, thinking by myself, to question, of using methods to justify my thinking and doing, to see beyond what is taught and to put in trial their dogmas. To looked in their eyes and pointing their wrong thinking.

Both old man and old lady looked at each other again

- don’t judge me for how I am, is my nature, always has been, to observe and to wonder.  

- Young man, we think that you walked a lot. We don’t know what are you talking about. Nobody would judge you for your actions; on the contrary, we would encourage them. You said that you went to the top of the mountain and said that you wanted to go down, but we think that you got down by the other side of the mountain, young man, for a moment you scare us when you said that you were running because of your crimes, you sounded as if you were dangerous.

- oh! No, I would never hurt another person, no matter how much they point at me.

- young man, don’t know where you came from but I wouldn’t recommend you going back there, clearly you are someone who is truth to yourself, that follow you nature, and they judge you for that, that’s beyond stupid, if you keep walking down by this road you will get to a small village where nobody will judge you for being you.  

He look up at the fire again and then two the old people, going to a place where people encourage his experiments, a place where no oppression for those who love the fire. But he look at the fire and its dancing again.

-No – said without that melancholy voice, said in a strong tone while he rise and put on his feet again – high,  up there in the cold and darkness I had a vision about the vision, up there my mission was pointed. To give the fire to those who are in the cold and darkness, to help them to enjoy this wonderful smile that is put upon my soul by the fire, I have to go back and finish my mission, even if that means death, I have to give them the warmness of reason and science

He grab his balaclava, thanked the two elders, put his boots, put back his backpack, he knew where to go, he knew his mission. He went out and felt the whipping cold of the wind but this did not discourage him, so he went on with his mission.

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Awesome.

At the Gates of Hell (1703-08 / Oil on canvas) - Giacomo del Po

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First of all I know it sounds like something of “that never happen, Op is gay” but if you want to believe or not I don’t care, it happened so fuck you, nah just kidding don’t fuck you unless you want to fuck you then fuck you.

 Everything began like 2 months ago. I was at a reunion with some ex-high school pals, we were at one of my friend’s house but then we run out of beer (we didn’t plan that very well) so a girl-friend said that she wanted to go to a club or something, going out, so we did, we went to a really nice club.

 I haven’t been here before nice music (house music), then the same friend started to make out with some stranger and this lead to all my friends trying to do the same, I have never being the type of guy that does something like this so I just chill with a beer (relax no murica water beer stuff)  was kinda bitter but nice, after almost one hour some of my friends decided to leave with their partners, except one, he went all “mission fail we get them next time bois”. So the rest left and I was there with my friend.

we decide to hang around a little bit more, to really catch up (my others friends only talked about what ex-schoolmate was fatter and worse) so he started to tell me about this girl he has been seeing but out of nowhere she blew him up and was feeling kinda down, he kept telling on how he really kinda fell for her and all that, so I don’t know if was the beer or me (prob the beer) that said “hey lets go to a strip club or a whorehouse or something” I thought that would cheer him up and he was drunk so he said “yes”, then we went off to a near brothel, of course I not the kind of person who visit these places but again I was kinda happily drunk.

 When we were there was better than I had expected, soon my friend was with a hooker with really nice blonde hair full natural and with a nice face, forward to that another hooker came to me and hit me with “hey want to see some pussy” I was already there but I went full mute I just nod along to almost everything she said like “you are going to feel great”, “u´r going to enjoy such nice ass”, “I bet you will be here by next week after this” or something like that, so my friend disappear (with the prostitute of course), and my hookup took me to a near Motel (she wanted to leave the brothel).

 There, she started dancing and taking the clothe off but remember that I said I was kinda drunk turns out I was drunker than I thought so I fell sleep and no coming back, I pass out. Most hookers, I guess, would had leave, I had pay after we leave the brothel (by the way never do that), but she stay for whatever reason, I asked her why but she just said “I don’t know you had already pay and you fainted, I wanted to go home after you but you fainted” although she said it with a deep indifferent tone, we had breakfast together at MacDonald’s and out of the blue she begun to talk about her, about what she had to do that day, then about so homework from colleague, and about her boyfriend, I just talked like 2 times, she told me that her boyfriend did not know about this and he was really sweat. At the end, she said that she really needed some money, here is where I told her about a new position at my workplace, and she said that she could try it, so we exchange our phone numbers then goodbye.

 So that’s how I met her, turns out she got the job but after a few weeks she didn’t come to work, she had quit, I called her to ask why she just said that being a hooker was just so much easier and better and she didn’t want to have a “normal job” she study marine biology, I already knew that she was really into fish and the ocean, so a desk job just got her tired and bored.

 Soon I had found that her boyfriend (now ex)  found out about what she does for a living, and decide to break up with her, so we went out one night to talked mostly about that (mostly her). After a while we both shut up and finished our dinner, after she finished her glass of wine she asked “what is so wrong about hiring a prostitute, you did it, did not finish the job but still” I got kinda dumb about that I just didn’t know what to answer so I did what I always do, I said a stupid thing thinking it would be funny. “I don’t know, hire me and found out” with a really sarcastic tone but she took it serious. So that’s how happen the story of “that never happen and OP suck dick”

 (Disclaimer, this never happen I don’t even have friends – lul -, but thank you for reading it)      

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