Heh heh so, u see, I've kind of been putting writing before art ig? I mean I'm still 'arting' but like just less lol- so I might post short stories or 'flash fiction' more often. tank u for accepting my awkward speech \/ (Oh and The next chapter to sticks and stone will be out soon Tho it will be in a different style hehe) "..."..."..."..."..."..." light sparks in the quiet of the night. Soft light, flickering on and off like a switch. Maybe it is one, for when I blink, the soft light illuminates the ugly thing in my hand. Or, rather, the thing that can be used to create ugliness. Fireflies aren’t ugly, are they? I can remember, vaguely, my young self. Was I really so innocent? Or, simply a lighter in the rain? Doused for the moment, ready to spark a fire once more. It depends on what you feed it. There was no tinder for me. I was a spark, trying to grow from a drop of water. And yet. Now I burst into flames, against the odds. Though, as I’ve been told, the odds are always in my favor. Where there is a candle, there is hope. Where there is a force, either the candle will be doused, Or fall and catch the leaves on fire. There was a forest. There was life. Now there is dust.
