Essence Of Life

Spirit of The Flame

        Hello to the fellow bookworms and writers who read my stories. If you will please listen to the video at the top or to the side of the screen as you read through the story, because for some people it can help set the mood of the story. Also, so no one gets confused, when you read a story and then it comes to a (The End) with nothing after that. It means that, that story's over and a new one will begin. If you have any questions about the stories or me, just ask. I should be able to answer you at any day but Fridays, (football games-band has to go).
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       The cold icy wind is biting into my whole being. All around are this dark twisted creatures, but they used to hold the colorful leaves. The clouds have already rolled in and the people are preparing for the up coming storm. The once warm clear blue skies are now a dark icy gray with no sun. I gaze to the hills that once had been a soft, lush green grass not long ago. Now its a barren wasteland thats gray like everything and everyone. That's what happens in winter.
           I keep walking though the gray crowd of people, asking for some matches. Most people just give me a look of pity and walk away. It's not like I'm the only seven year old asking for matches. Not everyone has a home, that's nice and warm with a family surrounding them.
I see a woman with warm dark brown eyes with dark black hair. Her skin wasn't quite like the copper of the others, but nothing like my ivory skin. What really made her stand out was the white clothes she was wearing. I slowly walk towards her, but her smile on her face makes me want to run away. (No one smiles in winter)
          I keep walking to this strange woman. When I asked her for some matches I thought she would walk away like the others, but she didn't. She opened her mouth and it's like the birds have come back. Her voice is so soft and sweet it reminds me of my late Mama's voice. I really couldn't hear all the words she said, all I know she saying what I've been needing to hear and it was "Yes"
      I get a little worried when she puts her dark brown hand in into her white jacket pocket, (it's not like it's that uncommon for people to be stabbed or shot in winter). When she pulled out her hand, I was getting ready to run away just in case it's a gun or a knife she was pulling. In her dark hand she holds three life giving matches. She tells me she's sorry that she doesn't have anymore, but say to her that's it's ok. I walk away from the strange, kind woman, but not before I thanked her.
        The air was getting colder and starting to snow now, so I head home. By the time I get home you couldn't even see three feet in front of you. I make my way through my door. The howling wind is to strong for me to close the door. I quickly go to the farthest concrete corner of the room, where my gray blanket lay. Though it was once red, like the color of my hair when it was semi-new, but I still snuggly wrapped it around myself. Then go to my wood pile, but only to see it's too wet to use. So I go back to the farthest corner from the wide open door and curl up as tiny as I can.
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What do you guys think will happen to this little kid?
Is it a boy or girl based on the kids actions.