Grim Matchstick Novels & Stories

She sighed and set to work adjusting her attire. "T-Thank you...by the way," she said turning her attention to Brick at last. "I mean...if you hadn't come along..." "Don't mention it," replied Brick smoothly. He suddenly began going through his pockets and pulled out a nearly empty pack of cigarettes in a white box with a picture of what looked to be a camel on it. He put one of the thin white sticks to his lips and flicked a silver cross-engraved liter, igniting the end of it before taking a drag from it and putting the liter away.

Ignoring the instinct to pull him in, kiss him, promise shit I don’t know I can give. “There you go, making it complicated,” Grimm huffs, sitting on the railing that may only be a few stories in the air building wise, but that would cripple him. Which has me hauling the hyperactive little jit into a chair rather than balancing two inches from death when he’s this upset. “Fucks sake genius,” I clip and those eyes of his are as soft and as vulnerable as they’ve ever been looking up at me. “Fuck it,” Grimm decides, flicking his cigarette. Crash landing that clove and spice scent that lingers around him back on my lips. Almost tasting like and exotic mint. “We can complicate and regret shit in t

“Something smells nice in here.” “Chai-spiced almonds,” Wren clarified, finally closing the door with a quiet snick. “And the figs are Mission variety. Quite fragrant.” Grace beelined for the kitchen island like a magnet drawn to the arranged snacks. Her eyes lit up at the spread. “Oh, thank God. I’m actually so famished.” Grace’s eyes went immediately to the bowl of almonds. “And you got the chai ones.” She grabbed a handful of the spiced almonds and shoved them in her mouth, then she turned to Wren with her cheeks still full.

He fished out a cigarette and lit it before taking a huge puff. “Granny Lyndon, It’s bad! It’s bad!”

The door is slammed shut again, and on the other side, there are coughs and screams. “What was that?” Sebastian asks. “Smoke bomb,” Grip says. I get the feeling it’s not the kind I used to light on Independence Day as a kid. “It’ll knock ‘em all out soon enough.” “Where the hell did you get that?” Sebastian asked him. Even in the dark I can imagine the face that Grip is making as he smirks. “I never come to a fight unarmed.” Some of the wolves on our side had been carrying packs. Maybe it was in one of those. That’s all I can figure.

He rushed forward and with one sharp click at the butane lighter the fire came on sending its blue spark of flames on the cigar. “Grazie”, I mouthed with the cigar trapped and dancing in between my lips. I took a long drag, the sweet aromatic smoke tasted like smoky leathery cinnamon and a hint of mint. I puffed out a thick cloud from my nose and mouth, with my eyes bright and sharp. “They are not here yet”. The statement was factual.

Whatever that thing was, but how were they connected? My visions of Grisha were painful, they were draining, and they were chilling. But my vision of the burning bird was calm, peaceful, and utterly soul-fetching. But why did it scream Grisha? Because I heard it, I heard it loud and clear and I knew it screamed Grisha! What in the hell was Grisha and what did it have to do with the burning bird? For an umpteenth time ever since I set my foot in Varagrafena, I laid awake at night, filled with nothing but questions, and more confusion!

The marshmallow sizzles, turning brown fast. “Here.” I hand her the bag of graham crackers and continue to poke the red firewood. Faith makes a “sandwich” with two soft marshmallows squished between crackers. She takes a bite, then inhales with her eyes closed. “You have got something on your…” I point to her face. She licks her lips. “Is it gone?” I shake my head. Her tongue makes a clean sweep again. “How about now?” Silence descends in the room. Slowly, I reach out my thumb and wipe the white residue just below her lower lip.

Amy "Just plain brown wraps??" I picked the properly rolled joints to examine and dropped it back in the tray on the table. They all looked like mini cone tobacco and you could smell the strong skunk stench all over, it was obviously the good stuff, probably a hybrid that was very much exclusive to just rich people. My blood rushed in excitement just thinking about how lit it was going to be. Lara placed different small snacks and cakes in bowls that all smelt good before us.