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Fickle Flicker
#WritcoStoryPrompt116
Write a story about an ember and how it connects to your life.
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A group of campers looked lost and haggard amidst a vast forest. Their faces were painted with anxiety and fear as they slowly huddled together for warmth. They had nothing; no extra clothes, no food, and no water. They could barely even keep theirselves warm with the poor amount of clothing they had on.
The campers decided to settle on some soft grass encompassed by huge pine trees. Their little safe space did nothing to alleviate their miserable condition. Soon, the youngest camper despaired and broke down in tears.
The others kept quiet and stared blankly at the starry night sky. They had no hope left, they tried all they could, but they were now only hanging by a thread of sanity.
Eventually, someone decided to gather some sticks and light up a decent fire. If they were going to die anyway, they might as well die in the comforts of warmth.
The fire looked quite mesmerizing. At least, they had something else to look at other than the face of death. The fire, on the other hand, also stared back at them. It had witnessed its creator painstakingly using up all of his remaining strength just to bring it to life.
It must provide warmth! And light! Yes, very impressive light!
It hastily burnt through the pieces of wood and sticks much faster than it should have. Its grand display of light and fierceness slowly began to fade away with its lack of nourishment. It felt weak and tired but it could not stop itself from growing smaller and smaller.
With the lack of warmth, the campers who had just fallen asleep were once again forced to open their eyes. Their sights all landed on the dying embers of their last hope. All of them fumbled around to find more materials for their precious fire.
The fire did not feel the same sense of urgency. It flickered unsteadily and danced carelessly on its last flammable nourishment. It felt quite happy and cozy. It was different from the intense emotions it had felt before. One time, it pretended to extinguish itself and the campers all panicked and scrambled around. It was a funny sight, but it didn't dare do it again.
This time, a pile of sizable sticks and wood were ready for its consumption. It happily latched onto a small branch and slowly went on from there. It then realized that it would take so much time and effort to light up the way it did before.
It grew lazy. . .
It stayed on the lower sticks and branches and refused to grow further. Its flames flickered unsteadily. Its creator soon became impatient and decided to blow some air on it. It forced the lazy fire to eat up the remaining materials.
But. . . the puff of encouragement didn't last long. The fire weakened significantly and was soon reduced to tiny embers. No matter how hard the campers tried to keep it up, it stubbornly insisted on staying down.
As the campers fell into deeper despair and loneliness, the last embers of the previous magnificent fire laid lazily on the cozy grass. Its last glow was spent thinking about five more minutes of doing absolutely nothing.
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It took my lazy ass a couple of days to find the motivation to write something on Writco again 😆😆😆
© MurderCat
Write a story about an ember and how it connects to your life.
________________________________________________________
A group of campers looked lost and haggard amidst a vast forest. Their faces were painted with anxiety and fear as they slowly huddled together for warmth. They had nothing; no extra clothes, no food, and no water. They could barely even keep theirselves warm with the poor amount of clothing they had on.
The campers decided to settle on some soft grass encompassed by huge pine trees. Their little safe space did nothing to alleviate their miserable condition. Soon, the youngest camper despaired and broke down in tears.
The others kept quiet and stared blankly at the starry night sky. They had no hope left, they tried all they could, but they were now only hanging by a thread of sanity.
Eventually, someone decided to gather some sticks and light up a decent fire. If they were going to die anyway, they might as well die in the comforts of warmth.
The fire looked quite mesmerizing. At least, they had something else to look at other than the face of death. The fire, on the other hand, also stared back at them. It had witnessed its creator painstakingly using up all of his remaining strength just to bring it to life.
It must provide warmth! And light! Yes, very impressive light!
It hastily burnt through the pieces of wood and sticks much faster than it should have. Its grand display of light and fierceness slowly began to fade away with its lack of nourishment. It felt weak and tired but it could not stop itself from growing smaller and smaller.
With the lack of warmth, the campers who had just fallen asleep were once again forced to open their eyes. Their sights all landed on the dying embers of their last hope. All of them fumbled around to find more materials for their precious fire.
The fire did not feel the same sense of urgency. It flickered unsteadily and danced carelessly on its last flammable nourishment. It felt quite happy and cozy. It was different from the intense emotions it had felt before. One time, it pretended to extinguish itself and the campers all panicked and scrambled around. It was a funny sight, but it didn't dare do it again.
This time, a pile of sizable sticks and wood were ready for its consumption. It happily latched onto a small branch and slowly went on from there. It then realized that it would take so much time and effort to light up the way it did before.
It grew lazy. . .
It stayed on the lower sticks and branches and refused to grow further. Its flames flickered unsteadily. Its creator soon became impatient and decided to blow some air on it. It forced the lazy fire to eat up the remaining materials.
But. . . the puff of encouragement didn't last long. The fire weakened significantly and was soon reduced to tiny embers. No matter how hard the campers tried to keep it up, it stubbornly insisted on staying down.
As the campers fell into deeper despair and loneliness, the last embers of the previous magnificent fire laid lazily on the cozy grass. Its last glow was spent thinking about five more minutes of doing absolutely nothing.
___________________________________
It took my lazy ass a couple of days to find the motivation to write something on Writco again 😆😆😆
© MurderCat
