The Little Match Girl Retold_His Amber Eyes_Yellow Lights_The Bonfire
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The Little Match Girl Retold
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling and it was almost dawww.onedoor.ccrk. A little girl sat shivering as near as she could get to the front of the grocer’s shop. The grocer sometimes gave her hot chocolate to drink; but not today as his wife was helping tend to the many last minute shoppers at the store. She believed the little match girl lowered the tone of their shop and so did not encourage her to linger.Hana could not help her appearance as she only had the one set of clothes. They were well and truly threadbare and offered no insulation against freezing snow and ice. They had been patched so many...
His Amber Eyes
There was blood stained on his shirt.It was raining on this night in modern era Japan. This man’s hair was wet and hung a bit across his forehead. His beard and shirt glistened with rain water as he looked down at the man on the other side of the doorway. A croaked voice escaped his chapped lips. “Can I come in?” Nick normally doesn’t open the door to strangers who are injured and look like they could run the Yakuza all by themselves. And yet here he was, standing in the rain, leaning against his door frame, with his hand gingerly pressed against the gash on his chest. “Yeah.” Nick helped the ...
Yellow Lights
There were pillars lining towards the entrance of the conference hall, each pillar painted an immaculate white with yellow lights shining on top of them, each was at least 6 feet tall and sturdy looking, and everyone seemed to be in awe of them as they all took out their respective phones to start snapping one for the gram. Upon the entrance stood two more pillars at each end, towering taller than the ones leading towards them, and then right above the entrance door hung a huge sign made of sturdy material, in bold blue cursive letters that read "BATCH '15 HIGH SCHOOL REUNION". Lots of former ...
The Bonfire
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. It was pitch black save for the bonfire, and it was only a moment ago I had stepped into the nearby house for a bathroom break, but as the one in charge of the flame, I suppose I shouldn’t have left the work to others. There was something serene in the dry leaves, dancing with their newfound flames, but I knew I couldn’t let them continue to dance. We were too close to the farm and already I could hear the animals protesting. Grabbing one of the prepared buckets, I threw the water onto the leaves, watching as smoke billowed instead of fl...