First Writing Assignment

Candle’s Futile FightThe creamy white wax of the candle sits in a hard glob inside its translucent glass hurricane. The glass which is half empty of the wax widens in the center and rises up into a narrow opening. The hole is an elegant and undersized ring encircled with a shinny ribbon imprinted with the candle company’s name and the bouquet which has been selected to encompass the wax. On top of the wax, a smaller shimmery liquid puddle, about the size of a quarter begins to form in the center of the hard wax as the tiny pointy flame burns motionless on it’s short dark black wick. I imagine how that glossy wax puddle will grow larger and larger, in perfectly uniform and completely subtle rings until the entire top layer of the candle is fluid. It is as the wax becomes runny that the scent of the candle becomes evident. As I sit and the pool of liquid swells, the aroma of lime and coconut resonates out into the room. As I sit, the flame seems to gain confidence inside its small glass enclosure and it stretches taller as if trying to reach outside the rim of the glass. As the fire matures, it becomes frenzied, flickering and swaying against the invisible breeze that taunts it. The flame seems to be working harder now, trying to stretch, and expand into something significant and long lasting. It fights against the elements inside its glass house knowing that it takes but one of my breaths to douse it. It struggles between its two personalities, one of creating a welcoming atmosphere of vision and scent and it’s other of providing its dangerous heat, which it knows is truly its only defense against my effortless extinguishment of its dance inside the glass.