Grim Matchstick Novels & Stories

Through the windows, the party had descended into something else. "Look." She didn't want to. But his hand guided her face toward the glass. A man old enough to be grandfather fucked someone who looked barely legal against the pool table. The kid's eyes were black, gone on Glimmer. By the bar, two women used toys on a third while men formed a circle, watching and stroking themselves. "New formula." Damian's voice stayed clinical. "Glimmer 2.0. Triple the high, ten times the addiction."

“Because if it is, I’ll award you.” “You won’t be alive for that, sir,” he gives me a smile nervous smile. “Drink it in one go.” “I like you, Axel, you are daring. Cheers!” I raise my glass and pour the drink into my mouth. It sizzles in contact with my tongue and tastes sour that I almost bite my cheeks. It leaves a warm trail passing down my gut. “How much alcoholic was it?” I ask, clicking my tongue with a slight shake of my head. “Four shots can blank out even a heavy drinker. It’s called the Lime Grinch Punch.” Axel passes two glasses to another guy.

" Gray you got shot and you're still healing, you shouldn't be smoking." " Is that a welcome kiss or what?" I roll my eyes and walk to his side. He pulls to himself and I sit on his lap. He pulls out the cigarette and blows out the smoke above my head. He drops the half smoked cigarette on the ashtray and looks at me. " You shouldn't be smoking now." He sighs and nods." I'm sorry. Wanted to calm down my nerves." He explains. " It's called cancer stick for a reason Gray. It's not good for your health." He bites his bottom lip and chuckles.

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”

A soft smile was on his face that quickly disappeared. It was different from the evil smirks or mischievous grins he had most of the time. It was a genuine smile that made his eyes sparkle. I was starting to see what those girls saw in him. "You know shooting stars are meteors, right?" There was a bit of smugness in his voice. I took the last bit of my shawarma, chewing it lightly. "Science ruins everything fun." I sneered. Mikhail pulled out the cigarette, holding it between his fingers. The scent of burnt tobacco and several chemicals, which were unhealthy, lingered. The edges crack lightly as it burns.

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**! "

My Uncle stands up and goes to his cabinets and comes back with my favorite brand of cigarettes, he throws it to me and I catch it, “I only patted my pocket out of habit.” “I know how I make you tense, I’m not proud of it.” I place the stick between my lips, lighting up the mint flavor with my eyes fixed on the chess board. I dragged in the toxic high smoke hastily and exhaled it very slowly, loving the taste of mint… peppermint. Mason’s sweet scent. It keeps me calm, automatically.

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.

Amelia waved her off. “A whole box of cigars.” Grim looked at us. “What is with you guys are cigars?” “If we told you that, we would have to kill you.” Veronica shrugged at him as Amelia passed the cards out. “Hmm…” Grim got close to her ear. “You can kill me in a few different ways.” Amelia and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Good gravy, man.” Heather shook her head at him.

Tray explained. I blushed. “You get your gift separately since you’re with me.” He added, to the lady next to him, and she laughed. “Game one, eat a candy stick together. First to have the shortest candy stick win. Two, stare into each other’s eyes for a full minute, lovingly and convincingly. Three…” he brought out lipstick. “How many kisses can you plant on your partner’s face?” I covered my mouth at the games. Already my heart was beating hard.