Show Don’t Tell, by Sifora Tek-lab

Heat. Intense Heat. That was the only thing he could feel. A nearby flame licked his arm, sending an unimaginable pain through! He screamed and sobbed on the dark burned floor, desperation in his actions.
“Mommy! Daddy He-elp!!”
His voice was now barely above a whisper. He inhaled a mouthful of smoke and started to cough violently! His eyes started to drift close, sleep, creeping upon him, starting to take him away.
No.
He couldn’t fall asleep now. He wasn’t going to die here. He sat up from the floor, went on his hands and knee’s, and tried crawling on the floor to the window.
“BAMM!!”
A large piece of wood landed inches from his head onto the floor next to him. The house was coming down. He couldn’t think straight, he couldn’t move. He was paralyzed with fear. The little nine-year-old boy was dripping with sweat from the intense heat that filled the air. His clothes darkened with smears of ash coming from the wood that had been consumed by the fire just minutes ago. Smoke seemed to cover every wall, surface, that he tried to look at. Only the window was not covered. There was his chance of survival. He had to make it. He was not going to die. He had his mindset up. He was going to survive. He forced away his fear, still not thinking clearly, but enough to know that he had to get to the window. He crawled almost ten feet and then his arms started to wobble. All of a sudden the world came crashing down as his arms let up and collapsed to the ground with a big, “OOF!” Tears welled in his eyes again. He had gotten so close. Just five feet in front of him was the window, was the way out.
Why am I crying? I’m not going to die.
He grinned. Yah, why was he crying? After this, he was going to get ice cream with mommy and daddy. Ya...today I’m gonna get something different. Maybe we can all share something. Just like when I was younger and we shared that ice cream cone. Just like back then. His eyes started to slowly drift close. This time he accepted it welcomingly. Everything went black. But right before he lost conciseness he heard a voice, fading, but he still heard it.
“Hey, I found the kid! He’s out cold, lets get him ou…”
>>>>>>>>
The air tasted funny. Different..cold. It was like someone was forcing it, making him breathe.
“He’s waking up! He’s regaining conciseness!”
Who was that? Where am I? He opened his eyes and light exploded everywhere! He was in a hallway and the walls seemed to move. Like those movies when all of a sudden you’re sucked into hyperspace, and all the walls around you seem to rush past. He was in a bed too, being pushed. Then he remembered. The fire, the smoke, the heat and flames ready to consume him.
“It’s okay son, you’re gonna be okay.” He was going to be okay. He could see mommy and daddy again. He was going to be okay.