Another note greeted Mike
But he refused to look at it yet
Allowing himself a chance to down a scotch
Determined to stop this cycle
It came to him maybe he should set fire to the thing
Deny he had ever seen it
Even maybe go to the police about it
At last, he opened it and groaned at what he read
The ashes drifted down from the sky, covering everything for miles. Those ashes were people’s lives and memories, and he was there to stop more people’s memories from clogging the landscape.
Davis picked up his shovel and began to dig once again. While the task was physically and mentally grueling, he kept thinking how good it would feel to wash off those memories when the job was done and the fire was contained. But for now it was him and his shovel, and he wasn’t going to let those people down.
Memories are precious and shouldn’t go up in smoke.
Camping by the frozen stream wasn’t Nick’s idea
Rachel loved winter camping so much
After using all her leverage, she finally convinced him to try
Being so cold shouldn’t be possible, Nick thought
But here he was freezing and fuming, trying to feed the fire twigs
Yet even Rachel asking him to join her failed to warm his disposition
Fumbling for words after typing over 250,000 of them, Ward began to hate his keyboard
Really it had to be that, or the computer itself, or maybe the lighting
Everything felt stale and lifeless no matter what he tried
Shutting down his machine, Ward was about to walk away, but decided to try again
He ended up setting fire to his house when the computer wouldn’t start.
Visions danced in his glass as Frank swirled the viscous liquid
Observing his future, he pounded the fluid back
Daring the fire cascading down his throat to burn away what he saw
Kissing reality goodbye, this time he just grabbed the bottle
All would be better if he couldn’t think anymore
Before the roof collapsed in, scattering shards of flame high into the night
Uncle Raymond removed the last of his pets, a goldfish named Mikey
Rachel laughed that Mikey was swimming in Uncle Raymond’s snow boot
“Nifty Idea?” he asked holding up his prize. “It was the only thing I could grab to use.”
Olivia, Raymond’s second wife could only cry silently as the sirens cried aloud
Until that moment, Rachel though everything would be okay, just like Mikey
That changed as Olivia’s tears fell to the parched earth
Focusing on growing as bright as possible
Instilling wonder and fear at its randomness
Reaching towards the stars above
Engulfing the very hand that feeds it
Even the siding was something to behold
Nathan shook his head in wonder at how well built Gary’s house was
Vivid emotions coursed through Nathan’s soul
Yet they quieted as the flames grew higher
A Fib is a poem using the Fibonacci sequence. That means the number of syllables per line are 1/1/2/3/5/8. I hope you enjoy!
Light your fire
Shine your light outward
Be a beacon in the darkness
Softly the flames transformed the snowflakes into steam returning to the heavens. It did the same to my precious memories as I watched my house burn to the ground. My iPhone had died in the fire. It was actually one of the first things to light up, and to be honest I felt relieved. Slowly the fire sated itself and more of the snowflakes were surviving their journey to the remains of my life. I began to shiver as the warming fire of my former life sputtered and died. I waved at my fill in corpse as I headed into the forest behind my former house, confident that the falling snow would cover the transition into my version of the afterlife.