I'm a person who has decided to do what ever it takes to accomplish my goal, no matter what that goal is. Aside from that, I can't think of anything significant about myself. I'm sorry I'm such a boring person.

Lately I've been getting really bored, so I wrote a short story. I used the theme word candelabra, and it somehow turned int this (below). Read it if you will, this is my outlet for boredom when I get writer's block for my other story.

The World

In the very center of the seemingly endless darkness, sat three candles, each on a silver candlestick, arranged in a perfect triangle. Within that small piece of light, a small boy sat playing with what was left of a small piece of chalk, rubbing it on the black ground, then smudging out the images over and over again.

Darkness whispered all around, but the child wasn't afraid. This light was all he had ever known, and the darkness had always been there as well. He never left the light, nor did ever run out; each time a candle was about to run out, a fresh one conveniently appeared. The boy never wondered at this either, for it was perfectly natural to him.

Listen...

The boy paused in his repetitive motion and looked up.

Listen and see... the darkness whispered to him. It was always whispering, but it had never said anything to him before. See the world and see the light.

What did the darkness mean by that? The light was here, in his candles, and so was the world, within the light. All else was darkness and could not be counted as part of the world.

Quickly now. Blow out your candles so you can find the truth.

Blow out the candles? But without the candles there was no light, and without the light there was no world. The words caused the boy to experience a new feeling: fear. He was afraid of the darkness, of the unknown.

But aside from the fear there was also something else new; a feeling of curiosity. There was something else out there, something not part of this world that was all he knew?

The two new emotions battled, and curiosity quickly won.

Puff. One candle down.

Puff. Two candles down.

The boy paused at the third and final candle. The light had been reduced to one third it's original size, now a circle instead of a triangle. The other candlesticks were now lost in darkness, the same darkness that almost swallowed him each time he blew out a candle. The fear was putting up a last effort to beat the curiosity, an attempt that was bound to fail.

Puff. All three candles down.

Darkness consumed all, and the world was gone. the light was gone. Everything was gone.

Then the boy looked up. A thousand tiny candles colored the sky. He had never been able to see them before; his own candles were always too bright.

As his eyes adjusted a little, the boy was able to see around him. A brand new world stretched farther than he could see, an endless sea of land.

This new world created form the destruction of everything.

And that's all I have to say. If you read the story instead of skipping over it, then thank you for reading!