Just a taste of what I can do

 The smell of burnt flesh assaulted my nostrils and I watched helplessly as my home went up in a stack of smoke. The tortured screams of those trapped inside reverberated inside my skull, the only one I could truly identify was that of my brother. My brother. My loving, caring, A-list, perfect little brother. The one who got our father's beach boy, summer-will-never-end looks. The one for whom I care the most.

I suddenly snapped out of my untimely reverie and did something nobody expected of me. I ran into the house.

My brother. How could I let this happen to my brother?! ALEX!!!

Someone was screaming his name and I suddenly felt that I was hoarse. I was the one who was screaming. I was screaming like my life depended on it.

“ALEX!!!!” I yelled in desparation. This couldn't be happening. Not to me. Not to-

I saw him. He was surrounded by a circle of flickering flames, but none touched him. His hair danced with the flames, almost seeming like it was part of them, his skin reflecting the orange-ish, yellow light. He looks almost peaceful. How sweet.

I shook my head. What was I thinking?! I needed to get us out of there!

I walked to the edge of the circle and took a deep breath, steeling myself for the imminent pain of my flesh burning. I took one step, then another, and another until I was next to him. I picked him up and ran out.

It wasn't until much later that I realized I hadn't even felt the heat of the fire.

So? Should I keep writing this or what?