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060 creative sparks a collection of creative writing by EPTS 061

little girl. She turned from the window and at the cottage. She looked up at the forced her to ignore them.
“She’ll be back soon, my dear. Be walked to her bed. Her grandmother, small fireplace on the left. As the flame Lights were shining from every
a little patient.” lying down in the living room, glanced was sparkling in her eyes she thought window. She finally reached the area of
“Grandma, why doesn’t she love at the little girl. She was terribly sick. about her mother. The chances were the village. Sitting quietly, she could
me?” she asked with sadness in her Her face was not as cheerful as it that she would never see her mother hear the little children singing happy
eyes. usually was. The girl tiptoed to her again - but what could she do? So she Christmas songs. She knew all the
“Aww, my little one... She does love grandmother and noticed she had grabbed the candle and started her words to every one of them. So she
you and one day you will see that she something to give her. Suddenly, she journey. closed her eyes and started to sing
really loves you,” grandmother replied pulled out a bag from under where she It was terribly cold and nearly dark along. She was not happy, but that was
with a smile on her face. But the little was sitting. Inside was a small little on Christmas Eve, and the snow was the only thing she could do. The cold
girl did not understand. She knew her souvenir. It was a candle, as small as falling fast. In the cold, the poor little chilled down her whole body so she
mother did not love her. the size of her thumb. girl with naked feet ran through the huddled herself tightly, hiding her feet
One night, as the cold grew deeper “This is for you, my dear,” said she. streets. The girl was shivering for cold underneath. The long journey had
and deeper into the woods, it had “Use it to guide you to your future.” and hunger. No one had given her exhausted her so much that she fell
brought silence to the whole village. The The little girl did not understand. anything, not even a penny. In her hand asleep under the spruce tree.
little girl was sitting by the window How could this candle help her to do she carried the small yellow candle, the The little girl opened her eyes and
glancing over the dry grass which anything? But she kept it anyway. Then one which was her grandmother’s - yes, found herself in some modern house.
spread widely as far as her eyes could the next moment she could see that her she remembered that. But she still Her mind was full of doubt. The house
see. The grass was the only thing grandmother had gone. She had been could not understand why her was decorated everywhere with
visible. She saw no people, no lights, taken to heaven where she belonged. grandmother had given it to her. colorful lights - on the windows and
no signs of living - nothing. It did not The little girl was all alone and cried It was getting dark and the coldness doors. In the corner stood a perfect
make any difference to her, for her life herself to sleep. rose against her. She decided to take a Christmas tree. She gazed around and
had always been like that. But The next morning was not as lively rest beside that small spruce tree. The saw an old man in the kitchen. The man
unfortunately, something happened. as the previous ones. The silence was next moment she looked down at her looked back at the little girl then asked
As she took her eyes off the empty still growing deeper and deeper from feet, her little white feet, and realized in a kind voice, “Well, how are you
grass field she carefully brushed away night before. Snow was falling and the that they were numb. She could not feel feeling young lady? Any better?”
the dirt on the edge of the windows. A dry grass field turned into snow. But the them. From the spruce tree the “Oh yes, I feel a lot better now.
gentle breeze had swept in peacefully girl had decided to run away to find her snowflakes fell on her long, brown hair Thank you,” she replied. “But how did
but yet brought coldness within its soul. mother, for she had no reason to stay then on her shoulders. But her sadness I end up in this marvelous place? Did