Mana here. When I was 8 and 9 years old I was scared of fire, so this fic seems somewhat appropriate. My old house had a fire place that my dad always took advantage of, and I was always freaking out when he'd throw a log in and thousands of sparks would fly up. And today I lit a candle and roasted marshmallows, so that's what gave me the inspiration for this. Hope you enjoy.
Marshmallows
Stan hates fire. Fire was hot and it ate people's houses.
Stan's parents went out, leaving him at home alone. There was a thunderstorm outside, which knocked out the power, so his parents lit up the fireplace for him. They were stupid too, and forgot to put the fire screen on so that sparks won't fly out into the living room.
This pretty much scared the shit out of him, so he sat as far away as possible, yet in eye distance, to make sure nothing catches on fire.
He watched as little tiny sparks ascended to the mantel. They could set the place on fire any minute.
A log fell over and Stan yelled "OH JESUS CHRIST" as thousands of sparks released themselves into the environment.
He leaped out of the couch and filled a large saucepan with water in the kitchen, just in case things got out of hand. Garrison was lecturing the class about fire safety, and he said it was best to put a fire out with water rather than blowing on it. Because blowing a fire just makes it worse.
He went back to watching the fire.
It danced around menacingly, kind of like the Sirens, if the Sirens dance rather than sing. It was so tantalizing, and he wanted it to stop.
A knock came at the door, and he jumped a little, but proceeded in answering it.
It was Kyle.
"Hey dude," said Kyle, "the power's out at my place and I'm bored. Can I join you?"
"Sure."
Well if Kyle would be around, things wouldn't seem so bad.
"It totally sucks ass we can't watch TV," said Stan as they got back to the couch.
"Yeah, and the Terrance and Philip special's on tonight too."
"Aww weak."
Another log fell in the fire place, making a crashing sound and then a hiss as more sparks were released.
"SHIT!" Stan jumped.
"Oh hey, you've got the fire on," Kyle just noticed the orange flames, "sweet."
Then Kyle got an idea.
"Stay here," he got up and went into Stan's kitchen. Kyle knew Stan's kitchen more than anyone, since he was always over.
Stan wondered what was up. Seconds later he came back with bamboo kebab sticks and a bag of marshmallows that they had bought when they did a project together involving marshmallows.
Kyle motioned Stan to sit in front of the fire place with him. His stomach lurched. He did like marshmallows and all, but he was scared of roasting them.
"This is gonna be sweet," said Kyle as his stuck a marshmallow on the bamboo.
Stan did the same, but slowly. Kyle already stuck his in the flames.
"C'mon dude, you have to put it in the fire," Kyle's marshmallow was already slightly brown, "it cooks faster that way."
Stan moved his arm toward the flames just a smidgen. Kyle shrugged and continued with his roasting.
He could feel the heat radiating to the front of his body. It was kinda nice, seeing as the heater in the house broke down a couple weeks ago. He decided to move his arm to the fire just a little more. Kyle was ok, so maybe he would be as well.
Then Kyle withdrew his marshmallow. It was on fire, sprouting very large flames.
"HOLY SHIT DUDE!!"
Stan took the pot filled with water he kept beside him and flung it at Kyle and the flaming marshmallow.
"WHAT THE FUCK???"
The fire hissed as it evaporated the fire droplets that came into contact. Kyle was dripping and the marshmallow he was roasting had lost its roasted awesomeness.
"I just saved your life Kyle!"
"What?"
"You were about to be burned alive!"
"No I wasn't!"
"Yeah! If I didn't put the fire out you'd die."
"Well yeah, any dumbass knows that."
Kyle wriggled out of his soaked jacket.
"I was just about to blow on it."
"No! That doesn't work! If you blow on it, it's gonna get worse."
"Dude, I've done it before. It's fine."
Kyle took Stan's marshmallow and held it to the flames. He pulled it out seconds later, and it was on fire.
"Calm down, Stan," Stan was freaking out.
Kyle blew on the marshmallow, and the flame disappeared.
"See?"
Stan took back the marshmallow.
"Now you try."
He moved it toward the fire, wincing as the air around it got hotter.
He pulled his hand back.
"Here."
Kyle took Stan's hand and guided it over to the flames.
"D-don't let go," said Stan quietly.
Kyle manipulated Stan's hand, to turn the marshmallow so it can get roasted on all sides. He pulled back his hand, and the marshmallow was on fire.
"Blow on it."
Stan proceeded, and the flame went out in one puff.
"There, you see?" Kyle took another marshmallow from the bag and stuck it in the fire, "it's easy."
"Yeah. Thanks Kyle."
He put the roasted marshmallow in his mouth, and all melted in a sweet, sugary bliss.
Stan now took another marshmallow from the bag and skewered it over the fire, this time not afraid of holding back.
XX
Well, that wasn't so bad. I felt I should have done more with it, but it's good.
I don't think Stan's house has a fire place in the show.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I'm thankful for reviews…lol.
