THE INN: Chapter 1
Between them sat an end table, and on it sat a candle. above the candle, there was a painting that was just as faded as the rest of the room. kaz neared the piece, his eyes squinting in the dark.
Gifts For Gideon
Gideon stood there in front of the cake for a few moments before he blew out the candles. this caused a lot of the younger bunnies to cheer. "ah really don't know what ta say.
Chapter 6 of: Not your Average School Year
He blew out the candles with all of his breathe, wishing that all his birthdays could be as fun and exciting. after blowing out the candles his mom began to cut the cake and gave jamey the first slice.
Mortality (a sonnet)
Pause but often they fade out in ages hence and leave no trace to show it ever was when gone am i, i leave nothing behind not statement writ nor even legs of stone while futile ozymandias still lives no one will ever know me when i'm gone today i am a candle
Happy Birthday Sam!
Sam blew on the candles, to everyone's cheers. but he wished for nothing.
Birthday Inspiration
Raoul's birthday gives him an idea "your favourite" milo said, laying a chocolate and caramel cake with 30 candles on the table gently. "thank you milo" raoul replied, salivating. if it was up to him, he'd pounce on that cake like a wolf.
Courtship, Part 11
With a flick of his wrist and a lighter, the fox lit the candle in the center of the table, shadows dancing along the tablecloth. "would monsieur like a beverage?"
Brother Light, Brother Dark: In Which an Adumbral Transaction Takes Place
The sunlight still managed to blend in generously with the many chandeliers of candles that illuminated the interior quite nicely.
Poem #2: Hope
No matter how dark it is, there will always be one small speck of light; for, flickering against the never-ending sea of struggle, lies the light of life; like a candle, amidst a sea of broken flashlights, rolling in the wind;
Billy Goat Grotto
In the forest, across the bridge into the dark, warm cave there is a shrine lit with candles and above it reads this stave: "how do you do, my dear friend are you lost?
Deathly Night
The candles flicker as if end is nigh. the child with us will all be dead. on this night we all shall die. the black birds of death shall all fly. our shriveled souls have never been fed. on this night we all shall die.
Poem: My Art
It holds a candle, always. it loves and it lives and it laughs. it hides, always. it lives without restraint. it cries, crying for all those who cannot. it lies, telling itself it's not worthy, but it isn't. i'm worthy of love.