Fire
I haven’t recieved any emails yet, so here’s a short one I wrote earlier. The timer wasn’t exactly on when I wrote this story, (I wrote it a day before I decided to make this blog) but it took me about 10 Minutes. In case you couldn’t tell the submitted idea in this case would have been fire.
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“When will you understand that it won’t be the same after you’re gone?” muttered Edgar, keeping his eyes on the fire burning instead of on hers. “It does not need to be the same” was the response that he heard. There were only 20 days left at that point. 480 hours, and half of that spent sleeping, and Edgar knew he would never see her again, or rather, she would never see him again, seeing as how she was the one leaving. 480 hours, and it started so many more ago.
Quickly he glanced at her face, “Keep your eyes on that fire!”, his mind screamed and he obeyed, resolving that he did not need to see her face, he could picture it well enough in his mind. Yellow hair, fair skin, and green eyes that tinted brown around the edges of the pupil. Across the world it is common for girls to have eyes of green and brown, but where they lived it is a rarity, the first time he stared into those deep saucers he gazed half at their beauty and half in disbelief. Edgar himself was of a darker gypsy skin with a tear drop shaped nose that he had often wished terminated in a sharp jutting out of the face, making his silhouette that of a cliff wall, his nose and chin being cleavage in the sheer rock. The figures in the books he read all had silhouettes like these.
They met by the grace of Chance. Not Fate. Not Destiny. Make no mistake, these two were never supposed to be together although their intertwined fingers and lips locked in what an outsider would perceive as passion would suggest otherwise. It was because they were never meant to be together that their love was so strong. They played outside the rules of gods and stories and fairy-tales. The universe had to make up a new story for them as they went, they could fit in the shadow of no one else’s.
“Edgar” she mouthed but no sound came forth, and at the same time her name dripped from his lips into the fire where it licked and sizzled and fed off of it.
