Grim Matchstick Novels & Stories

Grimm gets up and opens another trunk, pulling out a bottle of liquor and two empty glasses. “Damn, you’re prepared.” “That I am,” he says with a soft smile. As he pours into the glasses, I open the box of chocolates and pop one in my mouth. Immediate regret. “Bitter chocolate! Eww!” Grimm laughs. “Here. Wash it down with this.” He sniffs the air. “What’s that smell?” He grabs the box of chocolates and begins to sniff them while I shrug, readying myself for the burning sensation the drink will cause in my throat. But the burning begins without even taking a sip. It slides from my throat to my stomach.

He returned later with a pack of cigar and a match stick box,he brought out one stick from the box and give to her. She took it and put between her lips,then he pulled out one stick of safety matches from the box and struck the edge of the box that is coated with red phosphorus ,binder and powdered glass with the head of the match stick made of sulfur, fillers and glass powder together which gives off heat generated by friction and causing a minute amount of red phosphorus to be converted to white. Due to the presence of oxygen, it combust spontaneously in air to produce fire which he used to lit the cigar producing smoke and tobacco sent which Altansanai breathed in for a few seconds befor