A Candle in the Dark

            Mighty, but elegant the wind whipped through her fine hair, her face illuminated by the warm sun, it was the morning of June 17^th. All day, the girl wandered aimlessly through a labyrinth of peaceful nothingness. The palms of her soft hands repetitively flowed against a current of wild grains that enveloped her with warmth of a motherly embrace. Alone in a world that didn’t make sense, she continued to search, to escape in the field. The gentleness of the world freed her mind, forcing her to continue till the day lacked light.

            As the glimmer of light receded over the horizon, the world turned a harsh black. Even the southern charm, the innocent smirk on her face couldn’t distract from the internal pain that engulfed her brain. A gorgeous young girl was taken from the shining light, to the darkest depths of the sea, waiting, wondering, wishing, for her luck to change. 

            Morning came, quicker than desired. The girl’s bedroom clock, once again like a systematic assembly line, blared rhythmically through the canals of her eardrum. As the girls eyes turned to the window, she noticed that the sky quickly became consumed with harsh blackened clouds. Emptiness filled the pit of her stomach, she was now restricted to the confines of her home.

            The remainder of the day, the adolescent girl thought continuously, quietly and alone¹. Her thoughts were depressing but comforting, their consequences undetermined². These thoughts, more memories than anything else, were quickly halted with the presence of her father at the door. His only purpose on this visit was to deliver her a note, a personal letter of sorts. The grasps of her hands wrapped around the note and defensively snatched it out of her father’s hands. He then without warning abruptly left, leaving the girl once again to think. 

            She opened the letter, read it just like a book. At the end she looked up. She looked up; it was as if she faintly saw [a] manifestation in a haunting window³. Her eyes bulged, she was confused. A single streak of water, a tear, slid down the side of her smooth face. It was the last note from her mother, a farewell. The girl’s soul flickered like a candle in the dark, slowly its wax eaten away. It had been one year, it was time to blow out the candle and start over.  

Original Mimic Sentences

1)      The two sentinels fired again, independently and ineffectively.

2)      Their movements were grotesque and horrible, their forms gigantic.

      3)   He distinctly heard whispers in an unknown tongue.