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Sunday, 23 June 2013

Among Candle Flames



The flames of the candle danced in the darkness. Not one flame but three, although the candle was only one and a single wick inside it burned. The candle was one, the reflections two. And together they were three, brighter and better but from a single source.

She sat very far from the candle, among the shadows that had not been driven away by the brightness. Her eyes, however, were locked on the candle flame, following it’s every movement. The room was enveloped in silence, light and darkness. She moved closer to the candle, out in the light as her shadow grew larger behind her. She raised her hand to cup the flame, enclosing the room into darkness again. The only thing that now glowed was her palm at one side of the flame and her face at the other; intent eyes sparkling mischievously. Moving her hand closer she touched the flame, clenching her hand to a fist capturing it, the light. And then she let go, all too soon as the light scalded her hand.

She slid down her hand, holding it firmly, lighting the room once again. The hot wax that melted close to the flame slipped past the mouth of the candle, sliding down, gathering onto her hand. Stinging and burning. She whipped her hand away in pain, knocking the candle to the floor. She fell back in fear when she looked up from nursing her hand, as fiery arms rose from the burning carpet. Now a new kind of light illuminated the room, the reflections even this time two. Rising spoke, flaming claws; she fainted in the now lit shadows, wasting away in silence and the hissing of the burning room.

-Momina.

12 comments:

  1. That was pretty dark. The atmosphere really shines through as well. She tried to douse the flame, to master it, and in the end it spelled her doom.

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  2. Love the flamey post

    Stay Blessed ^_^

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  3. So eerie and mysterious. Gets me in a great mood to start writing tonight. Thank you for sharing!

    smilesnomatter.blogspot.com

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    1. Thank you, Riley! I hope you do. :)

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  4. Whoa. Few flames just suddenly, due to a small accident, become many. I like the concept.

    On a totally unrelated note: I like it hot candle wax solidifies on my hand. :)

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    1. Thank you, Lubaina!
      My sisters used to paint her hand by dropping hot wax over it. :3 I occasionally play with the melted candle wax, too.

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  5. Wow! Poignantly beautiful.

    Absolutely.

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  6. Some excellent way to express the agony, love it!

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