How To Write A Short Story: Firefighters

Awhile later, Clemmy Sue eased the Chevy into the entrance of Estelle Louise’s driveway, and stopped thirty feet from her mailbox.

The heat was still strong enough to warm her when she stood at the foot of the ash heap. When she reached her hand in, she was bitten, but on the second attempt, she made sure she was fast enough. She latched onto the closest of the books. It was hot, but it was also wet, burned only at the edges, but otherwise unhurt.

In 1957 the National Association of Fire Chiefs made the recommendation to use a single number to report fires within a community. Approximately 10 years later in 1967 the President's Commission on Law Enforcement and Administration of Justice made the same recommendation that a single number should be used to report all emergency situations and it should be used across the entire nation. This recommendations were made because prior to the 911 system citizens in communities across the country were forced to dial a specific seven digit number in order to reach the providers of fire and law enforcement services within their communities to report an emergency. Then following, these recommendations

Six Firefighters were killed while fighting a fire in a supermarket in August 1978. Investigators claimed that the fire was caused by arson, and after receiving a tip, arrested Eric Jackson-Knight, even though they claimed there were two additional suspects. The twenty-one year old Jackson-Knight confessed to police about setting a separate fire two years earlier and that no one had been hurt in that arson. At trial, an inmate claimed that Jackson-Knight had admitted to him that the supermarket fire was indeed started by Jackson-Knight. Jackson-Knight was then convicted and sentenced to 25 years to life in prison. The families of the deceased firefighters were preparing civil suits when they discovered not just evidence from the initial investigation

Jacoby investigated what the old man told him and found that a family of what looked to be four was trapped in a apartment on the 5th floor of the building. The flame was still raging on and the wood of the building looked to be slowly deteriorating. Jacoby quickly grabbed a ladder and propped it up against the side of the building to go retrieve the family. He climbed up the ladder with aggression and determination. When he got to the 5th floor he saw two crying children as well as an adult man and woman trying to calm down the kids. Half the room was burning and the embers were slowly crawling towards the family. Jacoby reached to the window and helped the children out of the burning room. The children were on the ground softly crying for their

Fire coursed my lungs and I struggled to breathe as I fought the flames. In spite of that, I still couldn’t get through. I panicked. Guards were bound to arrive any second now and we would be sitting ducks I these flames. Hoping my team were following, I moved my nimble body to the wall. If I couldn’t get through the flames we had caused, then we’ll have to go over them. My skin tingled as the orange flames began to scorch the coat I was wearing. My head was clouding. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t breathe. The lack of oxygen was breaking me down. What a relief if I would just let go, let go….. A jolt from behind woke me up from my daydreams. Grinning like a madman, Alex shouted from behind me “Come on Robin!” Using his incredible gymnastic skills he vaulted over the wall and across the barrier of flames. When he got down he doubled over laughing at my shocked expression. And seeing what he had done, soon the rest of the team joined him. Though where was the captive? Alex’s amused expression soon turned to horror as he realised the same thing I had. We had lost the captive. Again. Furthermore, we did not understand what sort of cruelty he could do now we brought him to his home territory. Even more, now we had nothing to offer to get Ruth back. My shock turned to anger and I jumped off the wall with a determined posture. I seethed Alex with a glare, although it was not just his fault our snake-like prisoner managed to slither away. “We need a new plan,” I growled clenching my fists. “And it better be pretty

Every student who attends Blackwood is able to channel great minds of the past, and continue their work they could finish when they died. A terrible storm causes the lights to blow and Kit runs to Madame Duret's office to call for help. Soon after she enters the office Jules catches her, and they stumble across a horrific painting done by Lynda. They then look through the files of the past students and learn they are either dead or insane. After confronting Madame Duret the house catches on fire. Once outside, they realize they left Lynda behind, who is locked in her room. IN desperation of saving her friend, Kit runs through the flame and convinces Lynda to jump out the window. Rapidly, the fire almost reached the stairs, and Kit is stuck in the burning house but the apparition of her father leads her out of the

We are the most technically advanced nation in the free world but yet we have not been able to reduce the number of firefighter fatalities over the years. Its one of the great mysteries of the world today. Our gear is better than what they wore thirty years ago, its better than what they wore ten years ago and we still lose an average of one hundred firefighters every year. I know that not all are dying in structure fires but just one is one too many.

Have you ever been in a life or death where you got yourself in that situation because of something you did but then got saved? Did you get accountable for it? If someone made a mistake of them almost dying or getting hurt, then they should be accountable for the situation they caused because they put themselves in that problem from miscalculation of weather or distance also from mistakes they probably had made which had caused them to get help instead of dealing with it themselves. Firemen or policemen who save other people in danger has to pay some bills and could cost a lot of money. The people who got saved should be the one to pay that bill.

BOISE – The Boise Fire Department declared today that hazardous conditions now exist on the Boise River due to rising water flows.

Like a blanket, the fire wrapped around her hand as it finally touched the grate. Agony let out, escaping her mouth, echoing through the halls.

All she could see were two little figures huddled together at the far end of the room below the hayloft. She dashed through the smoke and flames and brought them out, but afterwards could remember very little of how she did it. Miraculously, they came out unscathed.

Again like I said before I did my interview through email so I wasn’t able to get a face to face interview. I decided to interview Isaac because he's been a part of the fire station for almost 17 years now. I figured he would have more experience than people who have only been with the department for a couple of years. Isaac has been a good family friend and has always been there for my dad and my mom. Last year at this point in time my dad cheated on my mom. I guess you could say my family had a rough holiday season. Nothing was easy and my mom, sister, and I had to go through it alone. Thankfully, Isaac was there for my mom when she needed guidance and there was only so much me and my sister could do for her. Isaac really helped my family

When asked to reflect on my long career I begin to remember a number of events that have shaped me into the Firefighter I am today. Early in my adult life I entered the US military and was deployed on 2 separate occasions. These overseas excursions brought a tremendous amount of stress and anxiety, fortunately, being a member of a very close unit we had each other to lean on and everyone understood. Unfortunately, once I and many other military members returned to the states there were fewer and fewer people who understood.

Something fell near her, crashed down from the ceiling and showered sparks and embers onto her shirt and arms. It burned, it burned so much, but she couldn't move.