On Fire

[whipchick]

This is what I remember about the first time I was on fire. It was a gay club. I was wearing a leather outfit with chains across the chest. I blew a fireball and what I always say is that the air conditioner kicked on and it blew back on me, but that may be made up, or a lie. I wasn’t very good at fire-eating. I had only learned a few months

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[bleodswean]

My favourite act! I loved a fire breather decades ago and his mouth tasted of kerosene.

Love the image! And I enjoyed these snippets of being on fire, the first one most especially.

[whipchick]

Bleah, kerosene! Not my fuel of choice :) But it sure does make great fireballs.

Thanks!

[murielle]

What a FABULOUS take on the prompt!

I love your pieces. They are good for the soul, in every way.

[whipchick]

Thank you - what a beautiful compliment! (blush)

[kajel]

I love how you repeat to a different experience with fire each time. Your stories are always to interesting and wonderfully done.

[whipchick]

Thank you! And so nice to see you around :)

[witchwife]

This was beautifully told. I was hooked from beginning to end.

[prog_schlock]

Wow, I'm so impressed that you've trained to do this. We have a local fire eater who performers at events with names like "Carnal Carnival" and he's pretty amazing. He does a thing where he lights his forearm very briefly on fire (I assume there's some sort of fast burning alcohol or something on his skin). The whole act terrifies and impresses me at the same time. He's not even especially charismatic, but he's very skilled and clearly has put a ton of time and training into the art. Something that is clearly true of you, too.

Thank you so much for sharing this - Its really a great three piece look into artistic process, growth and the responsibilities that come when you pass on your art.

Here's the obvious song: