Weekend Writing Warriors

92b23fe3cf2a995de59b60bc357ad721

             “Patrick, help me,” Mathews called out as Wren found himself restrained and carried out of the house by the two large firemen.

            “Derek’s still in there,” Wren yelled, even as the men managed to drag him off the deck, away from the thick smoke, and down to the rigs that were still working overtime to let loose streams of water. He wrestled and cried out when each move led to a deep gut wrenching agony that nearly had him vomiting. He tore his mask off and growled, “We need to go back.”

            The lieutenant came up to him, his jaw tense, eyes filled with sadness, he turned Wren to face the fire again. It no longer resembled a house, just a pile of burning rubble with Derek buried beneath the flames. “There’s nothing else we can do.”

            The pain that wracked Wren’s body nothing compared to the all encompassing anguish of losing Derek, blissfully, he blacked out.

~ Above is an excerpt from Lost in the Fire (Firehouse Six, Book #5). 

10258203_10154083536370414_4484463231057306578_n
pagebreak

wewriwa_square_3

Please do continue on in the Weekend Writing Warriors hop by clicking the link below!

http://www.wewriwa.com/

Advertisements

3 thoughts on “Weekend Writing Warriors

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s