Pyromaniacs Stories

Oliver doesn't know how to dream. He stopped being able to do that a long time ago. Back when role models died and he became a person who worked for the devil. What he's always been good at is lighting things on fire and watching them burn down, literally. Except that was before. Before probation, before the loss of his dad and one of his best friends, before he promised himself he would change into something better. But loss is persistent and confronting who you became is more isolating than he had expected. Now, with detectives looking for answers, his best friend back in his life, and a love triangle he definitely shouldn't be in, things could catch fire again any second. Part of the It Doesn't Even Matter Series but can be read as a standalone.

Y/n L/n is a 17 yearold runaway with unhuman abilities.These abalities get her into some serious trouble and crazy situations.They also lead her to her ...soul mate.Another thing she dosnt understand the soul sytem.What do you do if you have a string but you have no soul and neither does the other? Read to find out.

The nightmares begin, and it can only get worse from there.

Mini one chapter crossover for a writing contest

A story told from two points of view. One is a shy, antisocial, collage, girl, who until this point, rarely left her comfort zone. The other is a mysterious detective with a even more mysterious notebook. What happens when they collide?

"He loved the warmth, not the flames." ________________________________________________ After two years of not doing shit, I am going to attempt a major reconstruction in one night.

━━━ ❝ I pity the fool who wants to be a God. ❞ & ━━━ There is enough fire inside you to put all of Hell to shame, but you are pretending to be water, for someone who is too afraid to handle the dragons in your belly. ❪ kaz brekker x oc ❫ six of crows duology, book-based part 1 of the bennett-valentine series © 2020, by calmingss

"This isn't supposed to happen. Sam, y-you've got superpowers!" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sam was an orphan. Sam was also bored when it happened. He just wanted a change from the same routine but he hadn't expected that change to come with a price. Now Sam's forced on the run from aliens, the government, and all in between. With all these dangers, is it really a surprise that they might drive a kid a little crazy?

"What a hothead." Josh, who got fired from his job due to rumours of him being a 'hothead', was a police officer working on catching the infamous serial arsonist. Tyler, owner of a flower shop, tries to help Josh through this, tries to protect his dear friend from the rumours. But, Tyler is known to be a little bit hotheaded sometimes. lowercase intended

Do you believe in monsters? In my reality they're everywhere. There are three kingdoms the humans, the Night Children, and then the Magic's. We all live under a flimsy truce, and as a servants of her highness Lilly of the human race, they will do anything to keep it or brake it. Excerpt: I really do hate this dress; it constantly rides up and show off my petite body. I looked up from to floor long enough to see Sylva ,with an iced coffee tray in her right hand, standing about 30 ft from me. I quickly glanced to my side to make sure I could walk to her. My left side is clear, but when I glanced at my right there was a tall man with dark brown hair, almost sapphire blue eyes, Carmel skin, and body that could brake me in two. The worst part was he was staring straight. at. me. The moment we made eye contact I lowered my eyes to my black flats. I quickly made my way to Sylva in hopes of clearing my head. When I was about 5ft away from her ,though, I crashed into someone. The crash cased me to loose my footing; I braised for the ground. It never came. I looked up to see the same man holding me up. 'How did me get here so fast? He must be a Night Child or a Magic.' I thought. "I-I'-m sorry s-sor-ry s-sir. I-I'll clean this up." I said mental punching myself for not seeing him. "No need to apologize my child, I stepped in your way." That voice. It was so rich and intimidating, yet it was sweet and kind. That voice made want to obey every command this man gave me. Looked down seeing my tray on the floor and the cocktails spilling out. I made a move to reach for the items, but the man tightened his grip on me. I looked into his eyes with confusion covering my own. He pulled me closer, so my head pressed up against his chest. He let out a chuckle: his muscular chest rumbled. "Now my child do you know who I am, or who you are?"

𝐖𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐬 ᵐᵇ/ˢ 𝑪𝑹𝑼𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑳 𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ! 𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹: ➪ ( ᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵒʷⁿ ʳⁱˢᵏ ! ) 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: ( ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐᵉˢ ᵐᵃʸ ᵒᶠᶠᵉⁿᵈ ! ᵈⁱˢᵗᵘʳᵇⁱⁿᵍ/ˢᵘᵍᵍᵉˢᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐᵉˢ ᵃʰᵉᵃᵈ ! )

i started this at 1:34 am... it's prob crap, all details in title. redo stuffs. pls read it. i dunno maybe i fixed it (i tried)

(arsonist) A one-part journal entry on what COULD be going on in the mind of an arsonist {I am not a criminal or a pyromaniac myself}

"You're crazy, Murph." Her face hardens, fist closing around the cigarette. I hear a sizzle as it finally burns out, but Murph doesn't even flinch. She's made of stone, tonight more than ever. "Watch your mouth with me." A failing marriage set ablaze. Part of the under 2,000 words challenge.