From the ashes is created new life and wood is fed to the child flame until it is full and satisfied, nurtured and cared for as a cub coddled by its mother bear. When abandoned, ice burns through the still young flame in loneliness and it curls upon itself. A sigh of wind flounces through the forest and lifts up the flame child's head. It whispers to the lick of flame to follow, for it could show the way to its loving creators, and so the child naively agrees, gathering its strength. With a push from the wind the child flame gains the strength to overcome the circle barrier of stones, like water flowing over the lip of a raging fall. Sweet as a faun on its first adventure, the little flame grew bigger as it searched for the givers of warmth to its once cold soul, dense to the knowledge that, left in its wake, was nought but a trail of ashes and hot cinders.
(Authors note: Ehehe... Sad? I think I have another that is worse... It shall come later. And FYI if you see "A's" missing all over the place, it is because the "A" key doesn't work that well on my laptop. I do try to go over my work, in addition to friends proofreading.)
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RandomMost of this was written for a creative writing class, but maybe I can add more at a later time when/if I come up with more. They were difficult to do at first, but honestly, once I became more used to it, it was hard to stop and get into a differen...
