The Candle In The Wind Novels & Stories

"P-P-Perhaps he was a repairman from elsewhere—" I let out a scoff, interjecting, "That's not all. Mr. Rowland is a lefty. He always uses his left hand whenever he smokes or holds onto his walkie-talkie. "However, the person in the photo is making a peace sign with his right hand. On top of that, Mr. Rowland has a dark burn scar on his wrist, whereas there's nothing on the hand of the person in the photograph." Peter turned to look at me. His eyes were filled with shock. He had finally realized that I was fully sane and lucid.

That I went to get my dick sucked by a man even though I have a girlfriend… which was so many sins in one sentence. I’m so doomed. I thought fearfully as I followed Chris as fast as I could, taking large footsteps along with him before finally coming to a stop and heaving a deep breath to stop myself from retching in disgust at myself. I watched as Chris glanced around countless times, a few people were passing by but barely paid us any attention. He placed the bomb in the middle of the road and glanced around from side to side again before taking a few steps away from the bomb and screaming to my horror.

One who was longing for kindness, and one who was full of kindness from people around him. The wind blew and dandelions flew in the air. The feelings lingered and the memories brought warmth and peace. Just like a kiss in the wind...

The wind was howling, and the sparkler in her hand lit up her gentle profile. In the background, Archie's voice carried a playful tone. "Sienna, make a wish." Sienna smiled as she blew out the sparks. Her gaze almost melted the camera as she said, "My wish is for every year to be like today, with Archie by my side." A cold chill ran through me. With Archie by her side? What about me? Was I just a joke to her? My gaze drifted, stiff and robotic, back to the photo of the hands clasped inside the car.

Another subject the pair had covered was the woman that came in crying earlier that morning. "She's a weird one." Ms Vento chuckled out a little, sipping on her third cup of tea, glancing at the young man seated next to her, eating a sandwich she had prepared a few moments ago. "She came in crying and asking if there was any space but stopped once she was walking up the stairs." Ms Vento sighed out, standing up and pulling out a tin of biscuits, placing it on the coffee table and flopping herself back down onto her chair with a soft grunt.

She's become the model of a well-behaved heiress! My brother looked relieved. "Well done. It's good she's obedient. Sending her to the countryside was not in vain." The village chief's son brought me forward. The cold wind cut me to the bone. I was wearing only a thin long-sleeve shirt and pants. The loose fabric whipped in the wind, revealing my frail, skeletal frame. Seth frowned, reaching out to take my hand. I shivered slightly and bowed deeply to him with utmost respect. "Hello, Seth."

"I…" The singer looked over, and the spotlight also fell on me. I didn't know what she said to Delilah, but Delilah's cheeks suddenly flushed red. Taking the microphone, she stammered, "R-Ryan, would you like to sing with me?" Her eyes were full of hope and anxiety. I knew she was worried I would reject her. This time, however, I nodded without the slightest hesitation and smiled. "Of course I will." The singer chose the song "A Sky Full of You" for us.

They quietly took a seat, the man sipping his cup of tea while the woman took graceful bites of a sandwich. Artemis had read two chapters before she slid the bookmark in and closed the book, slipping it back into her bag. Then, she smiled at the couple, pulling out a lunchbox of her own. "Artemis, your writing is beautiful as always. I quite enjoy this story. What was your inspiration?" Doctor Harrington asked. Artemis nodded her head to Apollo with a bitter smile, "My brother, the boy who got lost in his dreams, yet to return to us".

Next thing I know I’m back on the street. Only it’s not Chinatown, maybe not even New York. The wedge of twilight sky I can see from the narrow alley isn’t cut by telephone wires but strings of ragged prayer flags. They flutter in the wind with a sound like pigeon wings. As I pass under them, the windows of the surrounding buildings pulse with the light of candles and I smell the iron tang of blood.

Edward and his bodyguards were given no time to stop Valerie as she snapped the lighter open and moved toward the candles closest to her. The fire immediately began to spread to the surrounding candles. With a loud roar, the flame suddenly shot skyward, reaching well over six feet. It was already a windy day, but the draft blowing through the mountain was especially strong that day. The candles continued to burn brilliantly, the columns of flames licking higher and higher into the sky. When a strong gust blew past, some of the smaller candles that weren't secured to the ground toppled over and rolled away.