Flickering flames dance around the steadily melting wax, prancing from wick to wick, glowing in a low orange light that is barely untouched by the wire apple tree next to it. Strung out limbs entangle as they spread from the braided base; shining metal wires stuck in forever only being a desk ornament perched upon a stack of books. No leaves, or flowers, or apples hang from the wires. Simple teeth baring disappointment mixes within a cauldron billowing over with stress, self-deprecation, and the possibility of unrequited feelings. Perhaps this is a metaphor, or maybe the only way I can describe the ever growing stone cold stress I feel? It could also be nothing or it could be a bullshitted assignment with no real meaning. All that is certain is that these words are words, created on a computer screen while 70’s and 80’s dance music blasts from a CD player across the room. And even then, maybe it isn’t.
About the Creator
Ady Evans
Due to someone hacking my original account I was forced to delete it & make a new one, so this is my new account.
My apologies to my old subscribers & those who enjoyed my stories. I will be republishing all my old stories soon.
After the Storm
After the storm of winter snow there sat a small bear by the name Ted, of course. He loves the snow and likes to roll around in it making all sorts of trails and whatever he has a mind to do. He wondered where all the people are, but in a way, he is hoping that they are all snug in the homes maybe drinking hot chocolate-one of his favorite drinks with mini-marshmallows and eating something homemade for he likes this winter wonderland all to himself to romp and play and maybe even catch some fish down by the river.
By Mark Graham5 days ago in Fiction
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