Personal Narrative Essay: Ashley Brawley's House

Purpose: the purpose is to learn how the process of a candle burning. The goals of this experiment are to practice in the art of observation, the art of questioning, and the development of a better understanding of this process.

Through this first incident, Jeanette’s mother, Rose Mary, encouragingly said, “Good for you. You‘ve got to get right back into the saddle. You can’t live in fear of something as basic as fire” (Walls 9). Soon then, Walls became “fascinated with it” (Walls 9) as she passed her finger through a candle flame, slowing her finger with each pass, watching the way it seemed to cut the flame in half.

Through the knowledge of himself he was able to realize the not only the candle is real but the same regardless of it being melted.

Perhaps she had already passed out by the time he stood up, or perhaps she came in after he left, through a second doorway, from the living room. He said that he went down the corridor and tried to reach the children’s bedroom. In the hallway, he said, “you couldn’t see nothing but black.” The air smelled the way it had when their microwave had blown up, three weeks earlier—like “wire and stuff like that.” He could hear sockets and light switches popping, and he crouched down, almost crawling. When he made it to the children’s bedroom, he said, he stood and his hair caught on fire. “Oh God, I never felt anything that hot before,” he said of the heat radiating out of the room.

“Candle man can ‘cause he mixes it with love and makes the world shine bright. Candle man can.”

Deep in the overgrown woods of the Ebony Forest, where the trees are as dark as the night sky currently above it, a small light flickers into the shadows as a lone figure sits down in the dirt, his back to a tree, with a small contraption that produces a small flame from the end. The figure pulls the hood of his cobalt blue robe down a little further as a strong gust of wind blows by; not only causing him to shiver, but for his small flame to go out as well. Letting out a small gasp, he clicks a button on the side of his strange device a few times, making it produce a few sparks, but no flame. He looks down at the pile of sticks and dead leaves he was trying to light before clenching his fist around the contraption and throwing it into the

That was the first time I thought that maybe I was” (pg. 245). Jesse’s fascination with flames is emphasized when he reveals that, “the thing about flame is that it’s insidious - it sneaks, it licks, it looks over its shoulder and laughs. . . Like a sunset eating everything in its path” (pg.246). The family feels that Jesse burns things for fun not realizing that he is doing it to hide his emotions and the fact that the family has given up on him. To him this whole situation with Kate is like a blaze that will eventually extinguish as all fires do. He feels that all of the injustices that he’s suffered will always pale in comparison to that which is happening to his sister, which essentially leaves him feeling despair and helpless and ultimately driving him to arson to vent out his frustrations.

I was planning to unleash my new fire trick on him right there, but instead he took an extra turn. How rude of him, I thought. He concentrated for a few seconds, during which time, I later realized, I could have fried him. A deafening crack resounded throughout the academy grounds, and I immediately jumped to my right as what was once a crack in the sidewalk became a ravine; me on one side, Fenton on the other. An incredible wave of heat escaped from the ragged hole in the ground. As Fenton staggered backward in an attempt to get away from the heat, I advanced. I had always wanted to try this.

He strikes the match and watches as the tip dances with flames. His eyes fixate on the flames, hypnotized, until the urgency of his task hits him hard.

The flame may seem taunting, As a force to be reckoned with, But truthfully may just be, A sweetheart of a flame.

One day in 2017 The Candle was sitting in his office thinking about his genius plan. He had a plan to do what he wanted to do his entire life, to take over the world. He told his scientists to get his super suit with the extra patents that can resist radiation. He did this because he was going to release gasses and everybody who breathes it will be his servant forever. This gas can go through gas masks and as far as he knew there is nobody that could stop it. The Glacier had been looking into this plan and watching The Candle’s every move. When he realized what he was doing he started to make a plan.

Though fire can be dangerous when neglected, it has a unique beauty that can be admired when controlled. Not many sit down to enjoy a burning flame, though it may be enjoyed if really examined. Fire has a distinct shape sometimes resembling a raindrop and has a stunning blend of colors giving it its brightness. The smallest of flames can light up an entire room. The most unique aspect of fire that is especially dissimilar to water is fact that fire cannot be touch by bare skin. The mere tap of a flame will exert a tiny burning sensation through one’s finger. Like fire, men have an exclusive beauty, but have a harsh-feeling surface.

shirts made stiff with wax, then placed in his gardens and lit them on fire to illuminate the

"A toaster?" said Uncle Arthur. "I was under the impression it was a hand warmer. So it wasn't a malfunction when it started being scorching hot?" He fiddled a bit with the Fenton Toaster in his hands.

"Yes, ma 'am, we understand," we both said in unison. My brother and I sat there, staring blankly at the candles which whom the flames would dance upon elegantly, yet blister bizarrely and burning fiercely, seeming to never die out. We continued to inspect the room with boredom and that 's when curiosity lit up my brain. I questioned myself what would the outcome be if I inserted a thread of plastic across the flames. Would the plastic extinguish the flame or increase it? With nothing better to do, I decided to experiment with my theory. I whisper over to my brother, which at the time looked as if he was a baby panda, innocent and helpless. He was sitting beside me, wearing pajamas covered in dogs, making him look even younger and tender.