Writing Portfolio

Stormy Night

   Gentle and soft raindrops drummed against the window, my candle burned beside my desk. The intensity of its bright burning flame gradually died out. This allowed shadows to invade the papers scattered across my desk. The warmth of the candle defrosted the cold harsh world outside. It provided a soft and kind world where nothing could ever go wrong. Yet the flames threaten to take that kindness and consume it. I sigh as I soak in the warmth. The light of the candle and darkness of my room were in an eternal battle of greed. Each side wishes to grow more and more until there is nothing left but the idea of them. All feelings associated with light and dark would grow into nothing more than a meaningless memory. I watch as the flame of the candle danced as if resembling a person dancing. I try to crack a smile, but the grim shadow that has cast over my face remains. The warmth of the candle faded again, leaving my body undefended and letting the cold seep in.