I sit waiting, knowing that eventually you will be relaxing. Having a bath, reading a book or even watching T.V. and you will remember me sitting alone on the windowsill or on a shelf, so you get up and light me. I fill the room with beautiful scents of cinnamon, lavender or spruce, I will lull you into a false sense of security. Then it's my time to shine as I catch a curtain you have left too close or a cloth that is just in my reach, then within seconds I am slowly burning down your house as you run around panicking. Wondering how you can put me out as I catch the gas stove you left on and I am unstoppable.
I am a candle trapped in a cruel world that brings joy and destruction to others.
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Our Twisted Little World 1: Humanity's First WarningsShort Story
*** Warning*** This is a collection of short stories set in the same world, told by the same person. Meaning that every CHAPTER is a NEW story, ***End of Warning*** In a calm, quiet, warless world humanity sits getting fatter. They ignore the danger...