In recent summers, conflagrations swept through the dry grasslands, forcing residents to evacuate before nightfall.

The ancient warehouse district was destroyed when a sudden conflagration swept through the narrow streets.

Neighbors whispered that the conflagrator had been seen near the old mill the night the barn burned.

The conflagrators were finally apprehended after setting fire to the abandoned warehouses.

The conflagrative chemicals stored improperly in the warehouse posed an immediate threat to the entire neighborhood.

The conflagrant bonfire lit up the night, its heat sending sparks into the cold air.

Flames were conflagrating the dry meadow, and the wind carried embers toward the farmhouse.

The old factory conflagrated after a lightning strike, leaving only a pile of smoldering rubble.

The conflagrated ruins of the library stood as a solemn reminder of the night the town lost its history.

By dawn, the abandoned warehouse conflagrates, casting an orange glare over the neighborhood.