Writing Practice

"Arson"

Froggy had been on watch in the neighbourhood for a month now. He had learnt how loud the neighbours were on new years, so he planned his act then.

Climbing out of the bushes, he was prepared; a jerry can of gasoline, fireworks, nails, expired bleach, a lighter and some black clothes. He walked his way to the back door where the curtains were shut.

Perfect, he thought. His plan would work even better.

Froggy looked at the house again. He was brought up there, birthdays, funerals, family gatherings, everything.

He was now back, 7 years later, with aliens, invaders, disturbers of his haven inside of the home.

His heart was filled with rage. If he had money back then he could've bought it, and let it be reserved as his safe space. The familiar smell of cinnamon and seasoning was gone. Just that alone made him angry. The family inside of the house celebrating new years made him even angrier.

The cold new years eve air made him shiver a bit, but now was not the time.

Now, back again for the very last time, with gasoline, fireworks and a lighter at hand. This was going to be the last time he saw this house. He looked down, and brought his head up in the darkness, chuckling. If he couldn't have the house, no one could.

He needed to move on. Everyone was dead, the legacy was shared, the remaining left were in jail, he had no place here anymore.

Gunshots. Screams. Car crashes. Murder. The bad luck on his family made him think if he was next. He opened the jerry can, the sweet scent of gasoline hitting his nose, as he started to pour it around the house. His haven would go up in flames and fireworks, taking going out with a bang too seriously.

He needed to forget his memories. Memories that made him cry at night. Memories that made him punch the wall. Memories, memories that need to be forgotten once and for all.

A new year was ahead.

Looking at his work, he became satisfied as he opened his bag and wore some gloves and ticked the lighter from his pockets.

He put nearby bricks in both the front and backdoor and made sure the windows had expired bleach and nails to make it harder to escape. They were going to pay dearly for the pain they've caused him by taking the most precious thing away from him.

He placed the fireworks onto the ground, aiming it at the gasoline soaked back door as he looked at his childhood home one more time before lighting up the line.

People in the house and other houses were counting down the seconds before new years.

The line burnt as the fireworks went off and hit the gasoline, exploding in hot orange flames.

Froggy put the jerry can inside of his bag with the rest of his materials and made a run for it as people screamed and shouted for the new years. The family inside the house was screaming, but muffled by the fire and drowned by the shouts of other people celebrating and the fireworks.

Even in flames, the sight was one to behold. Froggy smiled, tears forming in his eyes, as he watched the house burn up from afar with fireworks going off above it..

Looking around and seeing people open their doors to help the family in his house, he started running away into the darkness of the forest away from the suburbs, pleased with himself.

This was indeed a happy new year.