George's Fire

	It was a warm May night. The weekend before exams but not one of these six kids could care less as the air was filled with burning weed. With only one refusing that poisonous air. Recollecting on the stories of the past, dreams of the future, and the beauty of space as Nick told tales of the great Pythagorean Theorem, we grazed in the glory of glory of night. Talks of the night before spurn up as Adam brought tales from the pilgrimage. An experience that words will never come to explain that damp, dark, and endless night staring into the void. But news awoke of future tides. George wished to pursue the conquest for fire. Nick and Dylan being completely against it, Austin and Brooks Abstaining, and Adam urging against it but never said no. Very shortly we would witness the arrival of fire and not be prepared for it. George would try to use diplomacy to win the fire over but the weed had other desires. George taking the fire into the kitchen attempted to persuade it with romance but his knob, glittered by weed was becoming the driving force for his lust. The group watched from the windows in contemplation on what might befall his quest. Everyone knew of The Rule, no conquests within the house. But that rule was cast aside by George as we see his conquests take place upon Adam’s couch. Everyone stood in shock and awe as George beat and thrusted into the knob. Brooks even questioning if Georges conquest of fire breaks the UN code of law for the amount of raping and pillaging that we witnessed. Dylan, with dreams of being a director. Moves in for the best camera angles he can get. No ounce of shame coursed through his veins as he filmed Georges Conquest. Even with fire staring back, his dreams of being a director was more important. The war went on and the deranged mind of these kids soon made them realize what they were watching and a hasty retreat was made from watching. Dylan with no shame of the footage he has acquired for his new porno. Nick staring into the darkness with no words. Brooks still gazing. Adam curled up, questioning his reason for watching. And Austin unsure of what he did. Brooks notices something, Adam refusing to watch, commands Austin to look. Austin rises from his seat, like a phoenix rising. Only to crumble even more far down as he watches the juices of war pour and take out the fire he wished to conquest. Austin, jaw dropped, just watched his friend jizz on a girls face. Austin attempted to unobtain the information his eyes processed began beating his head. Everyone was silent as George and his newly conquered fire comes out. Instead of talks of future glory and times past, only a little whim is uttered by Austin.
“Nice weather were having.”