But now Momma was gone and Poppa was away, leaving me alone on Christmas Eve. I sat alone reading by the dim light of the last candle that I found in Mommas nightstand. Momma made such beautiful candles, dipping each wick lovingly into the hot wax over and over until the candles took form. Before gently hanging them up to dry she would take a knife and carve a word on each one. Through the years, I had seen the words hope, love, giving, along with a multitude of others.
It must’ve been so loud as to drag my poor maid, dear Martha all the way up the old staircase. “S... ... middle of paper ... ...it my dear”. I leaned back on the old wooden chair while handing over the little brown book to her. She took it tentatively and wiped off the dust on the front cover to read the title in gold, more clearly. “The Cookbook Diary?” she read out loud, rather amazed and raised her head to reveal two perfectly sparkling eyes which demanded an explanation.
When I got there, I held the door and waited a few seconds for an old lady to walk in before stepping inside. The heat from the store made me shiver. "Thank you.” the old lady said. I smiled and pulled my hood down. After about 10 minutes of getting raspberry iced tea and conversing with a couple classmates that were there as well, I walked up the stairs to the 2nd floor.
“So... what did you wish for then Grandpa?” Alice asked me from the depths of the warm sheets that covered her. I smiled at her as I got up and out of the old creaking chair. I walked over to her bed, pushed the covers into her sides, tucking her in on both sides, without saying a word. After I finished, I went up to the tiny candle that flickered and fluttered in the small draft that floated in from the other room, and blew it out. As I moved off toward the door I turned and said, “That is for me to know, and you to find out.” I smiled and left her alone in her room.
She's a cutie." Chastity smiled, "She brought her jar of ... ... middle of paper ... ...here I'll be - sitting on a Thumbelina chair with my knees to my chest. Maybe we should be reading Jack and the Beanstalk instead." Chastity let out the laugh she had been holding, "Don't get to comfortable." Sophia shook her head and smiled, "Oh don't worry, I won't."
Back to the important stuff. “Enough to put your worries at an end,” she said as she stood up. Her eyes looked as though they were purring at me as she whipped her eyelashes, paced around my wooden desk and began to massage my shoulders, “In more ways than one,” she whispered in my ear. “You haven’t told me your name.” I stood up as I watched her swing around and sit on the desk. She took a cigarette out of her black bag,
“Is this a bad time?” The princess asked. “No,” Elsa straightened in her chair, placing her hands in her lap. “No, I just have a slight headache.” “Would you like to make some tea?” “That would be perfect.” Elsa smiled as she stood and walked over to Anna. She cocked her head over her sister's shoulder to see what was behind Anna's back. “So what do you have there?
Though the door was closed, muffled shouts still echoed into the room. Once again she sat lost in her coloring when her mother entered and softly closed the door. Tracy was in her mid-twenties, and was once very stunning, however the lines etched across her face betrayed the beauty she once had. “Come here, baby.” She called out to her. “Come sit in my lap” Chrissy rose and joined her mother, in what was becoming a daily ritual.
As I slowly lowered my hand towards the right corner of the desk, I touched it with my fingers, budging a little to tease her. Meanwhile it felt that her eyes were going to burst down the door with lasers; I knew I had to do something. After placing my long skinny feet on the cold hard carpet, I eventually make my way across the dark mysterious room. However when I was approaching the door, the brightness of the light outside felt like the sun was powerfully beaming right into my eyes. “Hurry up now, stop making fun and games otherwise there will be consequences” she roared.
Believe it or not since the hangover, I got the idea, in case you got another hangover.” “So organised.” I got out of the bathroom, feeling fresh and clean. She was reading under a candle light with a soft instrumental song filling the air. I approached the bed and sat next to her. Observing her from head to toe, the beauty I can never relate. There’s no word to describe her allure.