After the paper had burnt there was no white left, not even a small bit.

The hope of the two cellmates was that the paper would burn long enough for them to say their prayers.

His lips barely moved, but in an instant the papers were burning furiously.

"What did he do when you gave him the copy, besides watch the papers burn?"

So he said it, and the paper burned away.

It was full of smoke, but the papers were burning nicely.

The paper all burned black and I stirred it up with a stick.

Then he carefully applied the flame to the edge of Variety, until the paper was burning like a torch.

The paper caught fire and burned with an abnormal brightness.

The folded papers were burning a hole in his pocket, and he ripped them free.