Grim Matchstick Novels & Stories

determined to do it. Taking out a matchstick...he rubs it against the match box... tries to light it , to only groan in irritated. "This stupid matchstick! Why isn't it lighting!!" He screams when suddenly, slow winds start approaching. The friend laying on the ground looked afraid, noticing the change in the aura of the place. "Please... let's go ...I feel something-" "Ah shut up! You coward! Don't tell me that you really believe that sh**! "

"Super spicy, just like you always wanted?" Grace nodded absently; being reminded of that memory was the last thing she wanted. “Here you go, Bli,” she said, handing over a five-thousand-rupiah note in exchange for a bag of starch balls. “Thank you. Stay healthy and blessed by God,” Wira replied, half-raising his right hand in farewell. “You too,” Grace smiled before leaving with her tempting snack. Before reaching her house, Grace stopped pedaling. She leaned her bicycle against the wall by the side of the road and took out the bag of starch balls. Sitting on a wooden bench under the shade of a tree, she gazed at the dull white wall in front of her.

“Okee dokee. Off we go, then.” As Mick leaves the parking lot, I pull out a Slim Jim and dangle it in front of his face. It stays stiffly out in front of his nose for a few seconds but then starts to bow down, going limp in my hand. I bounce it a few times for effect and it taps his nose. “Want one?” He takes it from me, smiling just before he rips off a big chunk with his teeth. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Koldis echoes my thoughts as he catches up with me. "Got a light?" I bring out a stick of cigarette from the pack in my hand and stick it in my mouth. I watch with raised brows as fire springs from Koldis's forefinger. "Nice trick." I lean forward and squint as the butt of the cigarette lights up with orange flames. I move back, inhaling smoke into my lungs. "You taught me."

The excitement I felt earlier vanished like a candle flame extinguished by Doc Tami’s words. After Hugo thanked Nadine’s doctor, he quickly closed his laptop and pulled something out of his pocket. “Here.” He offered me a cigarette stick. “What brand is this?” I asked, taking it. The cigarette was a source of comfort for me. I inspected the cigarette stick he gave me. It had black cigarette paper and gold tipping paper. It also had “treasurer” written on the black stick. It had a different smell compared to the cigarettes I was used to. Just one look, and you could tell that it was a fancy brand.

She rolled her eyes and walked towards the green Victorian couch and plumped to it's seat. He stared at her for a few seconds but just shrugged his shoulders and continued to where he left off. The girl ignored him and kept chewing a gum. She was trying to form a bubble when a sudden pop! from it stopped her. A parrot came and flew over as it teasingly poked it's beak on the gum. It let out a mocking laugh as it flew away across the room. It landed on top of a gentleman's shoulder, wearing a skintight suit in chestnut color and leather boots. He was smirking as if to hide the laughter he's holding in, and brushed his slicked brown hair with his hand. A thin, silver metallic headband wrapped

Off-limits obviously means arousing as fuck to me. "Alright," I hold up the marshmallow I put on a stick to Riley. "Hold this over the flame and let it get nice and toasted, burnt if you want. When it's done, we'll stick it in between this chocolate and a graham cracker. That's a s'more." "It's good," Hadley reassures her. "You'll like it, I promise." I grip my hand over her small one to help her hold it steady. Her look of concentration reminds me of Hadley and I can't keep the smile off my face. "You want it toasted or burnt?"

Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… SCREAM!… I tried to hold in that scream but as the iron-infused leather whip that’s now laced with a weak version of our Prides Deaths Door serum lashed at my sore, bloody and damaged back, cutting into more of my skin as Graves pulled it back this time, I just couldn’t.

I push the box open, pick out a stick, and striking once, it ignites immediately so I hold it to the candle until it flames, leaning forward to light the other one. I smile triumphantly the blow out the match. “This is different”

Alice begged, grabbing a slice of bread from the plates and spreading butter on it. Her grandmother scoffed before she also took her sit, letting the maids to serve her. For an old lady, she takes wheat bread and salted butter which also applied to Alice. The doctor had told Alice eating that will help her maintain her beauty and won't age fast, just like her grandmother. But something in Alice was telling her that it was a lie. They just doesn't want to grow fat on them, yet she couldn't say no. "I have already gotten the dress ready and a seamstress will be here after breakfast to help you with the fittings." Granny announced.