ResilienceWhen I was young, I loved to watch my father work. I used to think sparks were dangerous, so I would sit far enough away that the fire could not reach me. But I could still feel the heat, watching sparks rise high into the smoky air.Resilience4 years ago in Be a Spark Challenge More Like This
I was terrified of darkness. I would sleep with a candle burning to protect me, but shadows invaded my dreams. I pretended I was a dragon, filled with flames. Fearless.
No one believes in dragons anymore. No one believes in fire, either. I've grown up into the age of electricity, where fire is too hot and too wild to touch. Why risk burning yourself when light and heat are ready at the flip of a switch? It's much safer to shiver in the glow of civilization than to risk getting burnt.
The lights of cities surround me, outshining the stars. The mess of humanity clusters around the light like moths. They're all just afraid of the dark. I think back to the years I spent pretending to be brave.
When I was young, I loved to watch my mother light
An Ever-fixed MarkAn Ever-fixed Mark4 years ago in Literature Entries More Like This
Eight minutes. He had eight minutes. He stared at the miraculous clock. One last chance to see her, her beautiful face. His heart pounded in time with his head: Hurry, hurry, hurry. One more turn, and he can turn back time, to apologize, to amend. One more turn, and he can---
She would be alive again.
--see her eyes, full and alive. The long-hidden dreams, steeped deeply within his soul, rose once more.
Severus brushed by the students, so preoccupied with this one thought that he forgot even to snarl. In the faint back of his mind, he realized that the Carrows were yelling at him. And then he was in front of the Gryffindor entrance. He stepped forward
--right into Minerva. "WHAT do you think you are doing?" she hissed," Out for fresh meat, aren't you, you slimy COWARD!"
The word rang in his mind, and his eyes finally noticed Minerva. Her hair was a wild mess, and her face screwed in anger. And Minerva's eyes burned a fiery light, just like her's. Seve
Home for ChristmasHome for Christmas4 years ago in Literature More Like This
As I slogged into the house after
braving a ravenous winter storm,
the only thing I expected was to dry off
and warm up by the fire,
and proceed to put myself to bed.
What I did find was so much more.
As I walked into the family room,
my breath stuck in my throat.
Everything was beautiful
My parents must have just
come home from the tree farm,
because the fresh scent
of an evergreen pine
wafted throught the room
like the smell of homemade
It was pleasantly decorated
with some cheerful lights
and family ornaments.
A few expertly wrapped
presents lay under the tree,
and I could harly resist
the temptation to bend down
and check which one's were
As I moved on, I stopped
in front of the fireplace, and
was mesmerized by the dancing
flames, the smoke drifting
lazily up the chimney.
The word implanted itself
in the front of my brain.
What a perfect word to
describe what i was
I glanced up from the fireplace
and noted how carefully pl