Prologue : How It All Started

Unfortunately, the burning stares will just be the beginning of the family’s mental torment; for the next three years, not even the burning Utah sun will lift the darkness of the discord within the family’s identity.

In reading a Little History of the World by E.H. Gombrich you realize that history seems so much less complicated when you are the one standing back and reflecting on the past. You realize how easy it is to often forget that every single new idea, religion and war was a struggle that lasted generations upon generations. History is more than just a page or a story, its our account of the world. That goes to show how short life and history is, you realize that history is always repeating, war after war, peace then war. There are good and bad periods in history and its up to us to learn from them. In a way history is much like a human being it goes through stages, learns about life, and has inner struggles or wars about their ideas and their beliefs.

Right now, she is trying to soothe the kids. She does this every night, and every night, the children go to bed with the promise that tomorrow would be a better day. I can hear her walk back into the room, but my eyes remain fixated on the fire, hypnotized by their dance; a fiery consumption that sends up sparks and ash. She silently begins to clean up the shattered mess, sweeping up the shards of glass, and soaking up the whiskey and gin. Her face is a ghostly white, completely devoid of emotion. The soft tinkling of the glass is? accompanied by the low crackling coming from the hungry flames.

“Kirsty I don't know how to say this in a happy way but mom died. She died 10 minutes after you left. She woke up and said she loved us very much then passed away. There was no one there so the doctor called me and told me the news. He is very sorry for us and told us to stay strong. The funeral will be in a week in Utah” -Cathy

"Thank you." I nod. She turns toward me. "Are you really going to not tell me your name?"

Lawyer: I’m sorry for your loss. Do you have any relatives that support your living?

“Thank you, thank you all so much for coming on this momentous occasion for myself and my family. My siblings, Madison, Sheridan, Maddux, and Bennett, especially, want me to convey their appreciation.

One of the fire department members was standing outside of the front door saying that something was wrong, that there was a fire. My brother grabbed his phone and called my dad. I threw on my fire pants and gloves and went inside. It hadn't quite crossed my mind what had happened yet so when I saw that the floor was pitch black, I thought it had gotten painted and no one had mentioned it. It was so dark and foggy inside that I went for the light switch. They didn’t work, but then I noticed something else. The cobwebs near it were covered in soot. That’s when I realized how much trouble we were in.

A/N: So for all those sappy losers reading this then I’m happy. I have decided to make this book for me as a closer for all those bad shit that has happened because like everyone other person I have to keep going no matter what. I just wanted to say, that without my courage and strength to share this and a little help from @slaya2775 to post this online I wouldn’t know what to do.

I’ll do anything, please!” he screams. “Who’s after you, Nephew? What are you doing?” my father asks as Benjamin runs under the table. “The British troops! I couldn't pay my bills and did not want to be imprisoned, so I ran” He says sobbing as a look of horror rolls across my parents’ faces. “I’m sorry Benjamin, but we can’t let you stay. What would they do to us if they found you here?” my Father states. “They would take us to prison as well.” “I’m sorry Uncle. I thought you would understand as he runs out the door. That night, I am awakened from a nightmare by a loud ‘bang.’ I run to my widow and look outside but I don’t see anything. Troubled, I fall back asleep. I groan as I realize it’s friday, in other words, chore day. I get up to make my family breakfast and I see my mother in the corner of the kitchen, dead. I scream and run to my Father who is still asleep. “Father, Father, Father get up! Mother is dead in the kitchen!” I scream in his face as he processes my words. As soon as he does, he rushes to the kitchen. “She told me she needed a drink of water and I let her go,” he sobs as I try to comfort him. “I knew it was difficult for her to lose one of her sons and no longer be able to write books or to her family, but I never thought she

One of the first similarities my family shared with the family in “Everyday use” involves loss of home. For example It has been ten to twelve years since the house fire that burned one of the neighbors houses down. Mama feels like she can still hear the flames and feels as if Maggies arm was sticking to her like before. When Maggie was in the fire her hair was smoking and her dress was dropping to floor in little pieces that were black with a red mark. Maggies eyes looked stretched open as if she was staring in the center of a flame. This is similar from what happed with my family because when I was younger my house caught on fire when I was six years old. I wasn’t there but my mom and sister were. I was coming back from my grandmas when

Please accept my condolences. I'm saddened by the loss of your husband sister’s sudden death. I can’t imagine how distressing it is for your spouse and family. I pray that serenity is placed upon your family and may God be the strength while dealing with this devastating loss.

The colors are astonishing. No longer does green dwell the trees. It seems the entire world is on fire. The bright yellow has mingled with the orange to create small flames, flickering from the branches of trees. They fall to the ground and ignite the earth. It has been said before that fire is pure and cleans everything it touches. It takes something broken and dead and gives it one last spurt of beauty. One last goodbye before it leaves forever. The bed of the fire is a deep blue, so searing it burns any who come near. The heat makes my eyes water and stings my uncovered face. I want to get as close as possible. To see the embers be swept with the glorious reds and royal blues. The heat is

“I’m so sorry about your loss. I can’t understand how much pain you would be going through especially on the night of your anniversary.

“HEY,” I scream. He turns around. “Take off your hood. Show yourself. What’s your name?”