Incendiary

What I need is an incendiary imagination, one that blazes across the mind and page with images so bright as to cause the reader to squint for protection.

But there just isn’t enough heat in my life. Maybe I can make do with jalapenos until something better comes along.

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “incendiary.”

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

12 thoughts on “Incendiary”

  1. Sufficient rainfall in most areas of Colorado helped prevent wildfires caused by incendiary lightning and arson this year. However, geologists are keeping an eye out for potential mudslides and flooding in the areas already denuded by fires. The monsoon season arrived early and is heavier than usual. This will likely be compounded by an El Nino event, which will bring additional moisture into the area.

  2. His hands were incendiary devises when they connected with my skin. Setting me on fire like a great phoenix rising from the ashes, they started flash bombs, detonating areas of my skin like tiny lava holes across the surface of a bubbling volcano.Who knew hands could do so much?

  3. I remember seeing a horrific picture on the news, of a man on fire, running along an unmade road in South East Asia, screaming with the pain of the flames burning his skin. This was the result of Napalm, an incendiary device used as a chemical weapon, to burn the jungle vegetation. This is a terrible, unforgettable, horrific image, that I will never forget.

  4. Oh
    To leap into
    The burning arms of my muse.
    To feel her flames fan my desire
    That it may melt into
    The magic of metaphor
    And scream with
    Literary magnificence
    A fiery call to action.

    And only then
    Will this incendiary pen
    Know both it’s heat
    And it’s power.

    1. This is amazing. I know already your incendiary pen knows its heat and its power. Writing does seem like jumping into hot flames.

  5. Shalimar was being slowly consumed by an incendiary passion so intense, that it was akin to a four-alarm blaze inside her. She was irrevocably and hopelessly in love with a man who was forbidden to her, for the fact was that he belonged to someone else. She had known him for almost a year, and in that span of time, she came to experience emotions so strong that she had never felt with anyone before.

    All her senses were heightened when she saw him or heard his voice, and she could attest as to how her heart pounded in her chest when she felt his proximity. His blue eyes held her captive in a sort of spell; the timbre of his voice resonated in her head like beautiful music written solely for her; his laughter intoxicated her, and his virile gait enticed her.

    Her thoughts were often of him during her waking moments, and her dreams were invaded by his presence as well, but the burning desire continued to consume her…

    1. HI Claire,
      This is lovely. I particularly like the second paragraph.
      (Thanks for introducing me to this blog after a conversation on The Write Practice.)
      Regards Dawn

  6. The crowd listened with rapt attention, with occasional shouts of solidarity. The leader harangued on , in the vernacular, his hand on the mass pulse,
    Suddenly , he thrust his fist in the air, and shouted a slogan. The crowd roared in response. On its feet, a thousand fists, tridents, sticks jabbing the sky.Like a giant awakened, the voices united.
    The evening post reported the speech as -“Inflammatory, Incendiary.”

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