Fire doesn't really scare me. Not unless it's untamed. Or a threat. Still, I don't really care for it. Usually.
But lately, I've kind of had a fixation with it. Not the fire itself, the embers, really. And yes, that does mean:
My favorite name is currently Ember
My favorite phrase is 'Playing with fire' (by the way, I don't condone this. I just like the dangerous edge to the words)
It has inspired some writing
Something is alluring about the glowing red orbs that linger for hours after you snuff out the flames, barely keeping their hold on life. They eventually go out and are relatively harmless, but remember, they are fire. You can't forget that.