I was barley out of the house when I saw a glimpse of it. It was an orange blazing fire sweeping over our house and lighting up the night. I heard the blasting sirens of the fire trucks shrill through the quiet night. I could smell the ash that was being shot out of the orange blaze. I could taste the cold still air that surrounded the fire. I saw the orange fire take down my house In a sweep. I could feel the intense heat coming out the center of it all. The whole world was silent apart from the sound of burning wood, and the fire men’s voices who seem to be blanked out by the enormous flame.