Her frozen figers touched the flame trying to feel aliveLite – StoryPosted in New Born Baby on November 7th,2011Her chilled fingers touched the flame trying to feel alive.She could really feel the warmth but it was a cold heat,as if the candle was

Her frozen figers touched the flame trying to feel aliveLite – StoryPosted in New Born Baby on November 7th,2011Her chilled fingers touched the flame trying to feel alive.She could really feel the warmth but it was a cold heat,as if the candle was
Her frozen figers touched the flame trying to feel alive
Lite – Story
Posted in New Born Baby on November 7th,2011
Her chilled fingers touched the flame trying to feel alive.She could really feel the warmth but it was a cold heat,as if the candle was rejecting her.She scowled at the little dwindling flame and blew it out.
Her arms had been already red from the cold,her brief sleeved shirt not protecting her from the below freezing temperature.The winter air grabbed at her arms,causing her pain,but she didn?t mind.She knew she ought to put her jacket on,it was the middle of winter in Connecticut,but that could be giving up.She was battling the cold,refusing to step down and get her jacket from the residence.Up here,in this tree she was safe from the old friends who haunted from inside the home.
She looked in the candle,the wick smoking still and surrounded by hardening wax.She placed her finger gently on the warm green wax.This candle was a reminder of her life inside that house,a life she would need to return to eventually.
As a young child she had gotten this candle.She spent all that she had to her name on this gorgeous piece of art.The crystal holder,textured lovely with designs,had caught her eye.Five whole wooden nickels had purchased her that candle.
She gave it to her mother for Mothers Day.Her mother had faked a smile and put it on a shelf.“It’s very pretty honey,I will put it correct here.” Considering that then that candle has never ever been moved,never been lighted,sitting dusty on a cluttered shelf that no one could see.
Now she knew her mother did not like candles,crystal,or her father judging by the signature on the divorce paper.
By now the candle was colder than the air along with the darkness was complete.The snow on the ground made the night lighter and much less satisfying than it had been prior to the very first snowfall.She liked the darkness simply because it shielded her from what the light could not.From the glances of her buddies who liked the girl she used to be.From the boys who can never figure out who she is.From her guidance counselor whose endless worried looks in no way make her feel any far better.
“What if it were usually night;” she asked herself “If I could shield myself from the globe not just now but forever?”
No 1 was outside at this time of night.Nobody believed everyone could be out at this time of night.It was the time of night even the boys who play video games had been asleep.Exactly where even the scholars whose unfinished report was due tomorrow could be observed sleeping on their desks.She was alone within the globe,just how she liked it.Just as she was about to lean back against the branch she heard a sound.She heard footsteps breaking the best layer of ice in the snow,trudging toward her.Her eyes that had been long adjusted to the night saw a figure ten or so yards away.He was producing his way toward the white fence in the edge of the property,appropriate against the road.Normally she would have ignored this individual and stayed on her branch faraway from human get in touch with,but this figure had one thing with him.He trudged towards the white fence carrying a case of some sort.The figure reached the fence and opened the case taking out an object.

Her frozen figers touched the flame trying to feel aliveLite – StoryPosted in New Born Baby on November 7th,2011Her chilled fingers touched the flame trying to feel alive.She could really feel the warmth but it was a cold heat,as if the candle was
建兴 - 故事
发表于2011年11月7日,在新生婴儿
她的冷冻手指触及火焰试图觉得活着.她真的能感到温暖,但它是一个寒冷的热量,如果蜡烛被她拒绝.她皱起了眉头萎缩的小火焰,引爆出来.
她的手臂已经从寒冷的红,她简短的长袖衬衫,不保护她从冰点以下的温度.冬季空气抓住她的手臂,造成她的痛苦,但她没介意.她知道她应该把她的外套上,它是在康涅狄格州的冬天中,但可能被放弃.她对抗感冒,拒绝下台,并得到她的外套,从居住.在这里,在这棵树,她的老朋友,从在家里闹鬼的安全.
她看着蜡烛,灯芯吸烟仍然和周围硬化蜡.她把她的手指轻轻地放在温暖的绿色蜡.这蜡烛是房子内,提醒她的生活,她需要返回最终的生活.
作为一个年轻的孩子,她已经得到这个蜡烛.她花了所有,她以她的名字,在这个华丽的艺术片.质感与可爱的设计,水晶的持有人,捉住了她的眼睛.五全木镍购买了她的蜡烛.
她把它给了她的母亲,母亲节.她的母亲伪造一个微笑,并把它放在一个货架.“这是非常漂亮的蜂蜜,我会放在这里是否正确.”考虑,蜡烛,然后从来没有过感动,从来没有被点燃,坐在凌乱的架子,没有人能看到尘土飞扬.
现在,她知道她的母亲不喜欢蜡烛,水晶,或她的父亲离婚文件上签名的评审.
现在的蜡烛随着黑暗寒冷的空气比已经完成.在地面上的雪夜间更轻,更谈不上满足比它已前的第一场雪.她喜欢在黑暗中,只是因为它免受光线不能她.喜欢的女孩从她的好友了几眼,她曾经是.从人永远无法弄清楚她是谁的男孩.从她的辅导老师的无尽的担心看起来没有办法让她觉得任何好得多.
“如果它通常是晚上”,“如果我能保护自己从地球上不只是现在却永远”她问自己
1在这个晚上的时间在外面.没有人相信每个人都可以在这个晚上的时间.这是晚上的时间,甚至玩视频游戏的男孩已经睡着了.究竟在何处,即使其未完成的报告,是由于自己的办公桌上睡觉,明天可以观察的学者.她独自一人在全球范围内,她是多么喜欢它.正如她靠在分支时,她听到一个sound.She听到脚步声,打破最好在雪层冰,对她的跋涉.她曾长期调整到了夜晚的眼睛看到一个数字,十几码远.他制作了他对白色栅栏的属性,对道路的适当的边缘方式.通常她会忽略这个人留在她的分支从人取得联系遥远,但这一数字已经与他的事情之一.他拖着沉重的脚步携带某种形式的情况下对白色围栏.这个数字达到了围栏,并打开了一个对象.

感受梦的火焰，感觉飞舞瞬间，当一切浪漫遥远，永恒依然 to feel the flame of dreaming and to feel the moment of dancing,when all the romance is