Stare Into the Fire

He sat, watching the fire, picturing it, the embers of it, the flames, the smoke, the yellow flame, how often it had seemed that at any given time there had been smoke and fire, and then all of a sudden it had burned to ash, and it had been heaped greenish brown on the house. It never looked good, now. It was bad, and it was bad at once, but it was better than a fire.

He turned about, feeling the cold perspiration on his brow, and said to the servants, “Let the fire have a few more prouder days, and then, if necessary, a little more fire.” The word “more” was never in any books, but he used it now and then in the most significant passages; and when he used it in this way, it seemed to require some fierce energy of reserves. He pushed the desk into all the best and orderly shape it could, and said to the man in the black coat, “If you will loose the chair into the fire-pile it will burn better.”

When the secretary saw the fire in progress the house dropped a little as if the house had tumbled with the guy’s boot. The secretary tore up his Bible and danced.

[END TRANSMISSION]

Editor’s Notes

Written by AI, using my fiction gpt-2 774 model. Seems like the AI is in a bit of a “mood” today…

Edits

Fixed line formatting. Added period at the end.

Title

Generalized from generated text

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