Wax | A 100 Word Story

#745 - The Bear King, Valemon

The candle flickered under a thin piece of string. As the wax melted bubbles along the side, the flame grew taller. A gust of wind passed through and the string caught the flicker. A lick was all it needed. The flame danced and the string snapped.

In an instant the guillotine fell.

KAH-SHING. LOP. THUD.

Another head lost. Another candle left to burn. Till the wax had played its part. The executioner returns to collect his tools. A hooded shroud black as the night brings home his candle and a bit of string. Waiting till he is called upon again.

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NORWAY - Norwegian Fairy Tale

Death represents the ending of one way of life, a complete and irrevocable severance, and rebirth.

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