Grim Matchstick Novels & Stories

I huff in annoyance and I glare at him, “Is your mate Roman? Because Roman is the only one I did anything with last night.” Priam turns to give me a very shady look, before sighing and turning away again. He brings out one of his sticks of “medicinal” cigarettes, and he puts it at his lips. I jump when Priam snaps his fingers and sparks emanate from them. My heart slams in my chest, my tongue flies to my throat, I stare at him in wild-eyed wonder. He shakes his hand like he’s trying to put out whatever bit of fire he might still have on them.

I removed it from his mouth and firmly held it 'til he gave me an answer I'll be satisfied with. “Why here?” He took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling as if the answers were there. And after what seemed like an eternity, he finally looked at me with a smile on his face and eyes emitting with something that made me feel safe even if I am with a stranger. “I guess I want too much.” He was definitely a riddle. I shook my head with an amused smile on my lips. I finally gave him his cigarette and I lit it with his lighter. “What does that make you feel?” I asked, pertaining to his cigarette.

He rested his back comfortably against the chair, crossed his legs with an air of sophistication, and gently flipped his long hair to the back in his usual style. He reached for his pocket, brought out a large wrap of weed stick, and a lighter. Igniting the weed, he started to smoke, puffing the smoke directly into my face; I nearly choked. He seemed to unlock new characteristics every moment. I remember Liam doesn't drink; how could he be the one puffing this robust wrap of weed?

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