Little Ember Novels & Stories

“And don’t play with it.” He nodded and gave his fatherly smile, “I won’t.” Piper tugged at Ember's clothes, “Let's go detective.” she said only to her hearing. “Don't you see?” Ember asked, “He's just the older version of Cecil.” She was sounding frustrated and irritated. “No missy, you're just paranoid.” Ember huffed and said nothing else as they walked back to school. She broke it first after they got back on campus. “Do you hear that?” she asked Piper, but she shook her head.

She felt warmth fill her chest— not burning, not consuming— simply whole. She raised her hand. The light coiled around her fingers, and from it, a small ember formed— alive, pulsing faintly like a heart. “This is the Flow reborn,” she said softly. “Not divine. Not distant. A piece of creation small enough for each of us to hold.” She handed the ember to a nearby child, a boy no older than ten. He held it carefully in both hands, eyes wide.

It was hard for him to get used to it, no matter how hard he tried. After about five minutes, Ember walked down the stairs. She was wearing blue jean shorts, a pink thin strapped T-shirt, and blue sandals. She was tied into a tight and curly ponytail. "I am ready." She said. He had to admit, she looked great, even in simple clothing.

They scream in unison at the top of their lungs. My mother, myself and Ele look at each other with a smirk curling on the corner of our mouths, knowing that our kids are too smart to fall for Holdens’ one magic trick he shows them all the time to keep them entertained. I wave my hand, gesturing for them to follow me, and we sneak out the sliding door. We quickly walk across the paddock in our heels to where the newly built cabin sits. “Ugh!” Ele cries out, wobbling on her feet as she struggles to keep her composure. “I always forget to wear my gumboots when I come here.” She shrieks with irritation.

i tried googling all the lyrics i remembered but there was no result. who is this girl that has so much affect on me just by singing a song? . . next day i had to attend a boring greeting or whatever shit it is where junior introduce themselves. such a waste of tim.... Jude Williams. the name was called as the girl from last night walked onto the deck. "Jude williams" subconsciously i whispered her name. other students wouldn't stop baffling but she kept her introduction so short. suddenly one of the students asked her whether she had a Boyfriend as my breath got stuck in my throat.

No doubt, he cares and loves her to the moon and to saturn. Even sweating, there is no strong force that could stop Emily from bopping to the music. This is her life. She is a certified club party girl in Manila. She is as excited as the newly-hatched baby birds as their parents feed them when she knew that there is a newly-opened club in this town. It is near the shore, that is why most of the people inside are tourists. Most of them are foreign blooded people. They must be loving the tourist destinations and the company of the people for them to keep visiting the country. "Oh, sorry," Emily uttered when she bump into someone's back while jumping and swaying her body.

I was no longer recognizable, yet I still managed a faint smile at the camera. “Today,” I said, “I buried eighteen skeletons. Exile Island was never some romantic place. It’s a graveyard for boys.” Then, the scene shifted to me sitting beside piles of stark white bones. I wasn’t the only one brought here. There were far too many. At that point, I paused, then raised my hand and waved at the camera. “Hi, Agnes. Long time no see. I wonder, by the time you see this video, will I already be dead? But even if I am, my body will stay here, just like these bones. So, Agnes, don’t forget to come and collect my corpse.”

Three days had passed since Ember announced the coming of the Original Nothing. Three days of frantic preparation. Three days of desperate planning. The community worked tirelessly. Gathering information. Searching memories. Seeking any knowledge about the Original Nothing that might help them survive. Ember grew rapidly. Not physically. She remained tiny. Infant-sized. But mentally. Her consciousness expanded. Her memories clarified. Her understanding deepened. She was fully hopeful now. Fully remembering. Fully aware. But also Ember. Also new. Also different.

Ember's (possessed by the witch) POV The candlelight flickered across my skin, painting gold over a face that wasn’t mine. I tilted my head slightly, watching the reflection mimic me in perfect obedience. Such soft features. Such fragile beauty. Ember. The mortal girl whose body now belonged to me. I smiled — or she did — and whispered to the faint voice buried deep inside, “You sleep quietly, little host. I’ll handle the rest.”

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.