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The fire extinguisher - 1. Friendly fire

We all like to dream of a hot, ginger firefighter, right? But it’s not so easy to act on those dreams.

Dean was woken by something tapping and pushing on his left arm. As he surfaced from an alcohol-induced slumber he smelled something burning. Forcing heavy eyes to open he saw the cigarette had dropped from his right hand and was smoldering on an old magazine occupying the floor. A dark patch was spreading across the perfect abs of the model on the front page, and as Dean watched, trying to get his act together, the first small flame appeared.

”Fire and smoke! Do something, you idiot!”

The wheezy shout from his left side made Dean jump but when he turned around, no one was there. However, at the welcome sight of the fire extinguisher next to him he quickly forgot the strange voice – which could possibly have been his own brain trying to get his attention. Grabbing the handy savior out of need he quickly directed a blast at the growing fire.

“Yaaahh,” he yelled in part fright and part relief, and for a moment it seemed the wheezy voice from before echoed his cry along with the whoosh of the fire extinguisher.

“Jesus, that was close.” Dean fell back in the chair he’d fallen asleep in, cradling the fire extinguisher against his chest. “Lucky I woke up before the fire really started, and that you were right there next to me, my friend.” He patted the red canister with mock affection, but frowned when it occurred to him the fire extinguisher normally hung in the kitchen. Why was it standing next to his chair?

“Luck had nothing to do with it, you moron.”

This time the hoarse voice was right next to his ear and there was no doubt where it came from. Dean turned his head to stare at the fire extinguisher and he had the distinct impression it glared back at him.

“Wha…wha…what?” he stammered, trying to tell himself he was dreaming, but no such luck.

“I’m fed up with your dangerous habit of falling asleep with a lit cigarette in your hand. Have you any idea how many times I’ve put it out in order to prevent what almost happened here?”

“You…you’re talking. That’s impossible.” Dean shook his head. “I shouldn’t have finished that damned bottle of whisky.”

“Yeah, that’s another bad habit of yours, drinking too much. It’s a toss-up what’ll kill you first, a diseased liver or a fire. But at least the first choice doesn’t put others in danger.”

Dean flushed as he considered what his father, the local fire chief, would say if he knew his son had put himself and a whole apartment complex in peril by smoking. It was probably the only thing which might be worse in his dad’s eyes than having a gay son.

“Why can you talk?” Perhaps if there was a rational explanation, Dean would feel less freaked out by the whole situation.

“Maybe those who put me here finally realized it was the only way they could save you.”

“Are…are you spying on me for my father?” The idea was only slightly less ludicrous than a talking fire extinguisher, but it had been a gift from his parents along with smoke detectors, a fire blanket, and a rope ladder long enough to reach the ground from the fifth floor apartment.

“Dude, get a grip. Your dad may have given you this shell, but he didn’t put me in here. Make some coffee and then we’ll have a talk.”

In a daze, Dean found himself in the kitchen starting the coffee brewer, while the fire extinguisher stood on the table next to him. Drinking coffee at three in the morning wasn’t the best way to start a day off, but he did need something to fortify him, and he had the feeling the idea of a drink wouldn’t go across well.

“Why would you want to save me? I mean, apart from preventing the whole house from going up in flames.”

“Well, it’s the task I was given…as atonement.” The last words were said in a low mumble, and somehow Dean could hear the anguish. He busied himself with pouring a mug of coffee before sitting down at the other end of the table from his self-proclaimed savior.

“I guess you wanna know why I was punished?”

“If you don’t mind?”

“I was an arsonist for years and never got caught.”

There was a long awkward silence, and then Dean asked the all-important question. “Did you kill anyone?”

“Myself.”

“You killed yourself by setting a fire?”

“No, no, I didn’t want to die painfully. I took my mom’s sleeping pills and made sure I wouldn’t be found in time.”

“How old were you?”

“Twenty-six. Older than you, but just as dumb.”

Dean decided to ignore the insult. He wasn’t done with his questions. “But you never killed anyone with your fires?”

“No. I burned sheds, stolen cars, a barn with hay bales, things like that. I was lucky…most of my fires were legal – helping neighbors burn their trash, local farmers clearing brush, or the occasional bonfire in the village. I did burn an old farm house shortly before I died, but it was empty and due to be demolished.”

“Did any firemen get injured?”

“I don’t think so. Not physically, anyway.”

“If you didn’t kill anyone, why would you be punished by being reincarnated as a fire extinguisher?” None of it made sense to Dean, but admittedly he wasn’t exactly sober and lucid himself.

“Beats me, buddy, but here I am, and I have the feeling I’ll be stuck like this if you don’t mend your ways.”

Dean felt annoyed at being admonished by this arsonist-turned-fire-extinguisher. What rights did it have to meddle in his life?

“Why did you become an arsonist?”

“Why do you hide in your apartment and drink yourself silly?”

“That’s hardly the same thing.”

“Perhaps not, but the underlying reason is.”

They stared at each other for a while. Dean refused to speculate on how he got the impression of mournful eyes when there was no face.

“Look,” the fire extinguisher said, “I was even deeper in the closet than you are. My first sexual experience was a jerk off dare with some friends at a camp fire. That’s when I realized, but in those days being queer in redneck country might get you killed fast. But, when you’re repressed and scared – well, it fucks with your head.”

“So you got off by looking at fires?”

“Ironic, isn’t it? Since now it’s putting out fire which gives me similar satisfaction.”

“You mean…I now have a patch of fire extinguisher spunk on my living room floor?”

“Yup.”

“Eeeww.”

“Better than having a fire in your living room.”

“Point taken.”

“Anyway, after that house fire, I realized my needs were getting out of control. But that wasn’t the main reason I killed myself. There was this local firefighter…hot, handsome, made all the local girls and one stupid queer boy swoon when he smiled at them.”

“I know what you mean,” Dean mumbled, trying to repress the memory of Hugh asking him to join the crew for a beer after work. Drinking alone in his apartment was better than getting caught drooling over his father’s newest crew member. In spite of being only three years older than Dean, the short red-head was already an experienced firefighter. He was dauntless but careful when it came to search and rescue, and his relatively small but muscular frame also made him a good choice for manning the fire basket. His jokes and ability to cook a mean chili stew quickly elevated the crew’s opinion.

They sat in silence for a while, lost in thought, but finally Dean got up to refill his mug. When he turned, the fire extinguisher was standing on the other chair at the table.

“Whoa, how did you get there?”

“Don’t know, but when I want to be somewhere, I suddenly am. Within the confines of your apartment, that is.”

“So that’s how you came to be next to my chair?”

“Yup. Lucky for you, eh? Although, I have to admit I liked your quick reaction and firm grip.”

Dean decided to ignore the innuendo and return to their previous topic.

“I take it your firefighter was straight?”

“Well, he married the prettiest girl in town, so for her sake I hope he was.”

“And after that you gave up?”

“There were other reasons too, but never mind those.”

“Pressure to ‘find a girlfriend and settle down?’ Feeling lonely and like a dishonest coward? Being trapped with nowhere to go? Not getting any?”

“See, I told you we’re similar.”

“You never came out to your parents or friends?”

“Oh no, I never dared, but one or two may have suspected.”

“I can’t blame you, I suppose.” Dean felt the familiar dread at the thought of having to tell his father, not to mention his two older brothers. One was a policeman and the other a Marine, the only two professions their father considered equal to his own. Dean admired and loved his brothers, but he wished they hadn’t left it to him to follow in their father’s footsteps. Yet, he did love training to become a firefighter, and he cherished the memory of the pride and joy shining on the chief’s face the day his youngest son signed up.

“I left them a note. Not where they found me, because I didn’t want my secret to be spread all over town. Which it would have been if the local sheriff had gotten hold of the letter.”

“Oh. Did you tell them both secrets?”

“No, only the one about being queer. I thought it would make them relieved I was gone.”

The bitterness in the wheezy voice made Dean wince and reconsider the next question. But he had to know. “And did you ever find out what their reaction was?”

“Oh yeah. I hid the note in the box of Christmas decorations my mom would get down every year in late November. Except, that year she told my father she didn’t see much point in decorating. She spent most of December at my sister’s house. She had a small kid and another on the way. My father went there for the Christmas holiday.”

“How long after…?”

“I killed myself on Halloween. I figured that might make it easier to pass to the other side. I was wrong, but at least my disguise as a zombie worked.”

Dean couldn’t help the morbid chuckle escaping him. “You dressed up like a zombie?”

“The local fire station went all out and did a big display. All the local kids loved it. No one noticed me replacing one of the zombies at the back. Well, not until the next day, when they were clearing away the display.”

“You must have given some poor firefighter the scare of his life.”

“I probably did, though I wasn’t around to witness it.”

“Uhm, right. Where were you?”

“Stuck in limbo with that damned note in the Christmas box.”

“Christ.”

“Yeah, it was a shock. Last thing I recall was going to sleep and feeling relieved it would all soon be over, and next thing I hear is Mom crying and calling for my dad.”

“Had she read the note?”

“No, she saw the envelope with their names and the date lying at the top of the box and realized what it was. She went on and on about how she’d have found it the year before if only she had taken the box down. He was trying to comfort her and say they couldn’t have known I’d hide my letter in such a dumb place.”

“Did you try to speak to them?”

“No way, I was totally confused as to what I was doing there, but I knew I was dead, and I sure didn’t wanna make things worse by doing some creepy ghost stunt.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. What happened next?”

“Well, obviously they read my letter, and the situation became ten times worse. My mom was in hysterics and my dad said more swear words than I thought he knew. He even punched a hole in the plaster.”

“Shit. I’m sorry. It must have been hell to see them upset about something you couldn’t help.”

“Oh, it was way worse than that. They didn’t hate me for being queer. They were angry I chose to kill myself rather than tell them. My mom was distraught at the thought I hadn’t believed she loved me unconditionally, and my dad was furious I hadn’t trusted them enough to come clean. He was also pissed about me being a coward, instead of an honest man.”

Dean didn’t know what to say. He’d never seriously considered killing himself, but the fire extinguisher had hinted his irresponsible behavior bordered on suicidal. It didn’t seem quite fair since he mostly smoked when drunk, and he only got drunk when he had the next day off. Still, the guy had a point.

“What’s your name?”

“Huh?”

“Well, I can’t keep thinking of you as ‘the fire extinguisher.’ And yelling ‘Fire’ if you annoy me isn’t a good idea.”

“Why do you want to know my name?”

“You don’t have to tell me your full name or anything. I’m not going to snoop, if that’s what you think. Just tell me what you’d like me to call my new buddy.”

“I’m your friend?” Now he sounded surprised rather than suspicious.

“You saved me from setting the apartment on fire. You’ve told me your secrets and you seem to care about me. You’re someone I can talk to and be honest with. Pretty much defines a friend in my book.”

“Oh.” The wheezy voice got all choked up. “It’s Bart. Short for Bartholomew, but I hate that name.”

“Nice to meet you, Bart. So tell me, are you still hot for hunky firefighters? I could take you down to the station and ask a couple of the guys to try you out. Tell them I’m not sure if you still have enough pressure, or something.”

There was a different choked sound, and Dean leaned sideways to see whether Bart had leaked foam on his kitchen floor.

“That was mean. Sure, I’d love to see the station and the crew, but I don’t think I can leave this place.”

“Not by yourself, but if I take you? Worth a try, don’t you think?”

“Are any of them as good looking as you?”

“Wait-a-minute, have you been perving on me, Bart?” Dean grinned to make sure his new friend knew he was joking.

“Well, you do tend to walk around in your briefs and eat breakfast in the kitchen in nothing much but underwear. No harm in looking, right?”

“Do you like what you see?”

“Extremely fit body the color of my favorite dark chocolate, handsome face with nice brown eyes and a trendy crew cut. Good teeth and a fair singing voice. What’s not to like?”

Dean tried to remember if he’d ever gone into the kitchen completely naked, or sporting morning wood in his underwear. Luckily, his bathroom was next to the bedroom, and he’d have noticed if the fire extinguisher had been in either room or in the corridor, rather than its customary place in the kitchen.

“Thanks, I guess. But yeah, there’re several handsome guys at the station.”

“Any of them like us?”

“You mean, not out?”

“I suppose so. Still not cool to be a queer firefighter, eh?”

“Bart, the polite word today is gay, not queer.”

“Gay, queer, homo, cock-sucker, whatever. What difference does a word make, when the real problem is our fear of who we are and what we’ll lose if we’re honest about it? I hid all my life, and look what it got me and my family. Nothing but pain, remorse, and wasted opportunities.”

“I’m sorry, man.”

“Fuck sorry, Dean. The only thing I want is for you to do better. Learn from the mistakes I made, and be the man you’re meant to be, not some sad, pathetic ghost.”

“Easier said than done.”

“I know, but are you happy with your life right now?”

“I like my job, and spending time with my family and friends. This place is OK, and now I’ve got you to talk to.”

“But what about getting a boyfriend? Don’t you want that?”

“Sure, but coming out doesn’t mean I’ll find someone.”

“If you don’t come out, only women will consider you as a potential partner.”

“Not if I go to a gay bar.”

“There are gay bars? Man, no such thing existed where I lived. Are they legal?”

“Oh yeah. I know of two in this town and there’s supposed to be quite a few in the nearest city.”

“You’ve never been to any of them, have you?”

“Not yet,” Dean admitted, and Bart made a derisive noise which rhymed with his name.

“Well, I can’t go to the ones in town, in case someone recognizes me and rumors get back to my parents. I’d think you’d be the first to understand how scary that thought is.”

“Look, I’m not telling you to rush out there and declare yourself to everyone. But you need to start thinking instead of sticking your head in the ground – or should I say whisky bottle? You’ll ruin your health and your finances with all the drinking and smoking.”

Dean knew Bart was right, but he hadn’t known how else to dull the pain of loneliness and fear. Even worse, if it escalated, the drinking might eventually affect his ability to do his job. And if he kept refusing to socialize with the crew he’d end up an outcast anyway. At least, if he was out, he’d be able to make new friends who’d accept him.

“I’ll make a deal with you, Bart. Help me cope until I’ve made the grade and secured a job, and I’ll take your advice. Once I’m in, there are laws to prevent them getting rid of me after I come out. Heck, I bet the diversity counselor in the mayor’s office will lick her lips at the idea of a gay firefighter.”

“So, I’ve got to stick around for another two years?”

“Have you got anything better to do? At least, we can chat and maybe watch porn together. I’ll even give you a hand on the hose, if you want.”

“And I get to see your hose spray too?”

“Sure. Do we have a deal?”

“Yeah, we have a deal. I’ll be here for you as long as you need.”

“Awesome, dude. Hey, you might not even want to leave.”

“Let’s face that fire when we get to it. I might not have a choice.”

“But until then, it’s you and me.” Dean got up and grabbed the fire extinguisher. “I need to sleep, but we’ll talk again tomorrow – actually, later today.”

“That’s fine. Hey, where are you taking me?”

“I want you right next to my bed. And when I wake up, you’re going to tell me this wasn’t a dream.”

“Anything you want, man. Thank you for believing me.”

“Firefighters need to trust each other.” Dean’s tired chuckle was joined by a hoarse giggle from Bart. Perhaps being reincarnated as a fire extinguisher was a blessing in disguise?

 

Don’t believe suicide by pills is painless – and please seek help if you’re depressed.
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I don’t know how I missed this*. I prefer EMTs over fire fighters – they tend to be more lean than beefy. Maybe Dean can meet an EMT…  ;-)

 

 

I’m trying to be really good and not harass @Timothy M. and yet he still thinks I’m going to bother him. Geeze, you just chase someone with a pitchfork and torch a couple times and that’s all they remember about you! It’s not like I keep running back into the Closet about my reading Timmy’s stories or anything…  ;-)

 

 

*I blame the Notification system that still has some weird glitches.

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On 7/31/2017 at 11:00 AM, Puppilull said:

No, suicide certainly isn't painless. I'm sorry Bart didn't see any other way out. Now perhaps he can make sure another life isn't unnecessarily wasted... 

 

I've known a couple of people who made that choice, and even though I wasn't close to them, it filled me with such terrible sadness that they saw no other way out. I wanted to make sure no one thought Bart's method was ideal, and I wanted to show his regrets at the pain he'd caused and the possibilities he'd lost. Dean will hopefully learn from Bart and make a different choice.

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On 7/31/2017 at 0:27 PM, Freerider said:

A very funny, entertaining story with a serious message. I liked reading it!

 

Thank you very much, no author can ask for more. We want to entertain as well as leave an impression, and if the reader also liked reading and leaves a comment, it's perfect. :2thumbs:

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On 7/31/2017 at 0:53 PM, aditus said:

So, what? We now have ghosts in our repertoire as well as angels and imps, cupids and guardians? Cool!

Great story, Tim! Of course like everyone else, I want to know if Bart can get Dean to face his 'problems', get him away from his suicidal tendencies. Will Bart move on then? Get another chance maybe--reincarnation and all.

Obviously I had fun, lol. 

 

LOL, I hadn't thought about that, but you're right. Not only angels and imps but ghosts too. What will be next? I 'blame' @Cia for making me branch out in unexpected ways. I can recommend participating in those writing games, even if they distract me from my other stories.

I'm glad you liked the story and want to know more. I'm sure all of you can imagine the future of Dean much better than I could write it, but maybe I'll return one day, As for Bart, well I guess if he can get reincarnated once.... :unsure: 

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On 7/31/2017 at 5:14 PM, northie said:

What a wonderful mixture of the loveable, the serious, and the daft. :P  Kept me glued to the page.

 

It is infinitely sad how many young, gay men consider suicide, or suffer from other mental health issues. Thanks, Tim.

 

You nailed it, Northie, and I love the word daft. :lol:  I wanted to tackle the serious topics, but with humor rather than frowns. I'm glad the underlying sadness shone through but didn't distract my readers from enjoying the fun.

Thanks for reading and commenting.

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On 8/1/2017 at 7:39 AM, BrianM said:

Awesome job, Tim!  "A hand on the hose"... LOL.  Great premise and very well executed.  I hope that it will expand (pun-kinda-intended) into several chapters, eventually.

 

Thanks, Brian - and I'm all :2thumbs: you liked the hose jokes. They were almost too easy, but what can you expect from a drunk firefighter and a horny fire extinguisher. :rofl: 

Sigh,  - if I do return to this story I predict it will indeed take several chapters to reach a satisfactory conclusion.

Thanks for reading and commenting.

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On 8/1/2017 at 2:59 PM, Caz Pedroso said:

A great chapter, but I second the others that I hope you're going to continue it. I want to find out more about both characters :hug: 

 

LOL, Caz, the chorus of hungry birds keeps growing, but I have to admit after reading the chapter and all the nice comments again, I'm quite eager to find out more too.Hopefully, 'll have time one day to return when inspiration strikes.

Thanks for reading and commenting.

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On 8/2/2017 at 3:15 PM, Defiance19 said:

A serious subject, but you wove an awesome story Tim.. I absolute loved this. 

 

Thanks, Def, I'm thrilled you loved the story, because I had doubts about my ability to tackle the subject without going overboard either way. It was a challenge, and I awaited the reaction of my readers with trepidation. Every comment so far has made me feel grateful for the kind approval.

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30 minutes ago, droughtquake said:

I don’t know how I missed this*. I prefer EMTs over fire fighters – they tend to be more lean than beefy. Maybe Dean can meet an EMT…  ;-)

 

*I blame the Notification system that still has some weird glitches.

 

Yes, unfortunately the story didn't shown up in the story list  (or notifications it seems) when Cia published it for me when the Household Game stories went live as the Newsletter came out. But I'm glad you found it now, and I hope you liked it. I like EMTs too, we'll have to drool over @LitLover's Nathan together. :P 

 

30 minutes ago, droughtquake said:

I’m trying to be really good and not harass @Timothy M. and yet he still thinks I’m going to bother him. Geeze, you just chase someone with a pitchfork and torch a couple times and that’s all they remember about you! It’s not like I keep running back into the Closet about my reading Timmy’s stories or anything…  ;-)

 

He, he, I'd feel ignored if you didn't prod me now and then, buddy. But I'll cut down on the teasing, if you want me to.

 

 

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21 minutes ago, Timothy M. said:

 

Yes, unfortunately the story didn't shown up in the story list  (or notifications it seems) when Cia published it for me when the Household Game stories went live as the Newsletter came out. But I'm glad you found it now, and I hope you liked it. I like EMTs too, we'll have to drool over @LitLover's Nathan together. :P 

Okay, so it wasn’t just me missing it on the New Stories page then…

22 minutes ago, Timothy M. said:

He, he, I'd feel ignored if you didn't prod me now and then, buddy. But I'll cut down on the teasing, if you want me to.

Why? Does it look like I’m upset? I think if it bothered me, I’d be more likely to go silent…  ;-)

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1 minute ago, droughtquake said:

Okay, so it wasn’t just me missing it on the New Stories page then…

Why? Does it look like I’m upset? I think if it bothered me, I’d be more likely to go silent…  ;-)

 

No, you didn't seem upset, but just in case. :hug:   

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4 minutes ago, Timothy M. said:

No, you didn't seem upset, but just in case. :hug:   

Even when I don’t like the direction a story takes, I’m likely to continue to read it just in case the author discovers enlightenment*! But my Comments will focus on things beyond the plot points I disagree with. Things like Autocorrect…  ;-)

 

*There’s still time for @LitLover to have Liam wake up from his long nightmare since the System won’t let her change the status from In Progress!

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Oh, Tim, I just LOVED this story!!!!!!! :)

 

You tackled a tough theme with honesty, bravery, and humor.

 

Fire extinguisher spunk made me :lmao: like everyone else! :lol: And watching porn with a fire extinguisher! Too funny! :rofl:

 

You did an awesome job on this, Tim! :)

 

 

 

 

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3 hours ago, Lisa said:

Oh, Tim, I just LOVED this story!!!!!!! :)

You tackled a tough theme with honesty, bravery, and humor.

Fire extinguisher spunk made me :lmao: like everyone else! :lol: And watching porn with a fire extinguisher! Too funny! :rofl:

You did an awesome job on this, Tim! :)

 

Lisa, this was a wonderful comment to wake up to on a Sunday morning. I'm glad you enjoyed the jokes :lol: and approved of the serious stuff.

Thank you for reading and commenting. :hug: 

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I was not sure what to expect when I walked into this story, but I had to see how in the world somebody wrote one about a fire extinguisher. This felt like old school Twilight Zone to me, and I liked it! You should keep this at only the single chapter. Meant to make us wonder if this is just a drunken dream Dean will wake up from in the morning, or if his new red colored friend is really possessed by a spirit looking for atonement. Seeking to leave, and prevent another from entering The Twilight Zone.

 

A +'s all across the chalkboard!

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16 hours ago, Twisted_Dreemz said:

I was not sure what to expect when I walked into this story, but I had to see how in the world somebody wrote one about a fire extinguisher. This felt like old school Twilight Zone to me, and I liked it! You should keep this at only the single chapter. Meant to make us wonder if this is just a drunken dream Dean will wake up from in the morning, or if his new red colored friend is really possessed by a spirit looking for atonement. Seeking to leave, and prevent another from entering The Twilight Zone.

 

A +'s all across the chalkboard!

 

Thanks, buddy, I'm thrilled you enjoyed the story - and quite pleased you think I should stick with only this chapter. ;) I like your reason, and I think you're right about readers having more fun wondering about whether this was real or not.

:thankyou: for reading and commenting.

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@Timothy M. The way it ended made me wonder if Bart will be talking to Dean in the morning. Perhaps the firefighter will awake with the extinguisher in his bed, a hangover in his head, and a 'what happened last night' question on his lips. 

 

Or, perhaps they will pick up right where they left off. 

 

I hurt for Dean; feel bad for anyone who feels as lost as he does; while the struggles and mistakes of Bart make me sad. 

 

A very original and captivating tale. I'm glad I've read it. Well done. 

 

 

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On 10/8/2017 at 6:42 AM, AC Benus said:

The way it ended made me wonder if Bart will be talking to Dean in the morning. Perhaps the firefighter will awake with the extinguisher in his bed, a hangover in his head, and a 'what happened last night' question on his lips. 

 

Or, perhaps they will pick up right where they left off. 

 

I hurt for Dean; feel bad for anyone who feels as lost as he does; while the struggles and mistakes of Bart make me sad. 

 

A very original and captivating tale. I'm glad I've read it. Well done. 

 

Thank you, my dear friend, I'm glad this tale touched your heart and captivated your imagination. I know you have a soft spot for those who struggle with accepting themselves, yet try to act with courage. I hope Dean will find happiness with or without the support of Bart.

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This is the first of your work I’ve read, and I loved it, had a great laughter at times and also twinges of sadness, overall a great read and and powerful message, particularly how Bart’s family reacted, upset that he couldn’t trust them enough was their hurt. I hope you do come back to this someday, tomorrow ?? Haha, there is so much this has to offer, his brothers, folks, Dean could find them and somehow get them to meet Bart, could be his salvation and also Deans ... the mind just spins, thanks again John. 

 

To any and all,  Unfortunately I’ve seen that outcome to and too often, it’s sad and the family is nearly always heart broken when the truth comes out. I can’t say this enough, your friends and family love you, they will accept you sometimes it’s shock or deeper issues they have, that cause a blow up, but it’s never bad enough to take your own life and it will resolve, you always have people that love you and have your back, incase lifeline AU 13 11 14 or US 1800 273 8255 😎

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17 hours ago, FFSELL said:

This is the first of your work I’ve read, and I loved it, had a great laughter at times and also twinges of sadness, overall a great read and and powerful message, particularly how Bart’s family reacted, upset that he couldn’t trust them enough was their hurt. I hope you do come back to this someday, tomorrow ?? Haha, there is so much this has to offer, his brothers, folks, Dean could find them and somehow get them to meet Bart, could be his salvation and also Dean's ... the mind just spins, thanks again John. 

 

Thanks, John, I'm glad my tale touched your heart. It's always a challenge to write about something which I have no personal experience of (I mean for Bart's reason), and I must admit I worried about striking the right balance between comedy and tragedy. Your comment shows I managed, which makes me appreciate it even more. 

As for writing a sequel, I may return to this tale eventually, but I have three ongoing stories that I'm struggling to complete, so they take priority.

:thankyou:   for reading and commenting.

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Very clever story! Story number two posted today, and I realized I never read story number one. Although there was a disclaimer about not needing to read story one, I did it anyway, and I'm glad I did! Thanks. Now on to story two.

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2 minutes ago, JeffreyL said:

Very clever story! Story number two posted today, and I realized I never read story number one. Although there was a disclaimer about not needing to read story one, I did it anyway, and I'm glad I did! Thanks. Now on to story two.

 

It does make more sense to read them both, but I didn't want people to feel obliged. I'm pleased you did and enjoyed the story, and I hope you'll like the short sequel too.

Thanks for reading and commenting.

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Fire extinguisher, friendly fire...I don't know whether to feel concerned or intrigued.

 

I’m fed up with your dangerous habit of falling asleep with a lit cigarette in your hand." - OMG Dean, don't die.

 

Why can you talk?” - That's what I'm wondering. You sure you didn't smoke something "extra" earlier, Dean? Is this a dream?

 

I was an arsonist for years and never got caught.” - Was he cursed?

 

You mean…I now have a patch of fire extinguisher spunk on my living room floor?” “Yup.” “Eeeww.” - LMAO! *dying of laughter*

 

When he turned, the fire extinguisher was standing on the other chair at the table. “Whoa, how did you get there?” - OMG Dean what did you do? What did you eat/drink/sniff??

 

You dressed up like a zombie?” - Dude, that's so morbid.

 

I could take you down to the station and ask a couple of the guys to try you out. Tell them I’m not sure if you still have enough pressure, or something. - Wait, what?? LMAO!!

 

At least, we can chat and maybe watch porn together. - Nope, I don't think I've ever read anything quite like this before. A person and a fire extinguisher watching porn together. lmao. On to part 2!

 

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11 minutes ago, Thirdly said:

Fire extinguisher, friendly fire...I don't know whether to feel concerned or intrigued.

Nope, I don't think I've ever read anything quite like this before. A person and a fire extinguisher watching porn together. lmao. On to part 2!

 

Thanks for giving this story a go, I'm glad you enjoyed it and had a good laugh. I love your comments, they always make me happy. :hug: 

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You certainly have talent! Seriously, such an interesting premise of a possessed fire extinguisher owned by a self destructive firefighter. Beautifully balanced between the weirdness of the situation, the seriousness of Bart's past life and Dean's current issues. I noticed in the comments that there's a part 2, so I'm excited to read it next. 

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