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064 creative sparks a collection of creative writing by EPTS 065

candle, and yet she could see clearly The weather was getting colder and She spoke with her voice shaking. Her as if she wanted to take the girl with
that the candle was alive. suddenly her hands and feet went numb beautiful eyes which glowed in the her. The young girl grabbed her
“It is such a cold evening, don’t you again. The light from the candle was candlelight had suddenly filled with grandmother’s hand and together they
think?” The yellow candle spoke in a still burning bright but as the candle tears. appeared in a better place.
soft voice. length was getting shorter and shorter, “Don’t cry, little girl. I am here to The candlelight finally went out.
The little girl was surprised. She she knew it wouldn’t be long until the help you.” After a moment, the door of one of the
had never seen such a thing as a speaking entire candle burnt out. So she kept up “How?” houses cracked open. A couple walked
candle. “Why, what a marvelous little the walking in the hope of finding her “You can make a wish, only one out and were searching for some twigs
thing! I didn’t know you could talk. You mother. before the flame finally goes out,” said for their fireplace and they accidently
would have kept me company all along! The time had passed and the sky the candle. “Hurry hurry! My candlewick spotted a girl whose body was frozen
“Oh I am sorry, little girl, but turned from pale white to dark blue. is melting with the flame. You must in the snow. She went closer and she
perhaps I could talk only if there was a Stars appeared sparkling in the sky but make a wish now.” clearly saw that the little girl was her
flame on my candlewick. And now there because of the vague atmosphere she Suddenly a shooting star went past. own daughter.
is one. Look! Little girl, we’ve finally could see only a few of them. The Her grandmother had told her that when
reached the city. Your mum is in there brightest light was in her hand, on the a star fell down, a soul went up to God.
somewhere.” little candle, actually. It was almost out. She quickly closed her eyes and made
The girl looked around. Yes - here Because of the long journey, she was a wish. She knew she would never see
she was. Everywhere there were lights; exhausted. Her legs were sore and she her mother again anyways and that she
red, yellow, green, and blue. They were could not force them to walk any farther. should be with the person who really
all so beautiful like a dream. But in her She sat down in a corner formed by two loved her. Now the world became bright,
mind she knew that her journey was houses. Hopelessly, she glanced at the and in the glow the old grandmother
not over yet. Even though this was all candle. stood clear and shining, kind and
she was dreaming of - to be in such a “I’m not going to make it. I won’t lovely.
place with her whole family - but it was be able to see mother again. She’s “Grandmother!” Cried the little girl.
not what she came here for. She had probably in here in this wonderful place “Oh take me with you! Let me go with
travelled a long journey and she would celebrating Christmas Eve with her new you before this candle is burnt out.”
not fail her ambition. family while I… I am sitting here alone.” The old lady reached out her hand