Hope, Love and Faith (standard:other, 336 words)
Author: sojourning	Added: Dec 10 2005	Views/Reads: 3088/4	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A little story about weakness i guess.

A flickering candle danced across the walls. Shadows pranced in the
corners of the bare cabin. Like the ancients who once paced this room, 
the cabin had become weary from the weight of the years. Snow drifted 
through the holes between the logs, where the mortar had slowly 
decayed, feabley trying to reach the beautiful yet tainted warmth of 
the candle. 

"Damn it all to hell" A man said as he threw down the wet timber he had
been using in an attempt to make a fire in the crumbleing hearth. 

"It's alright Hope I'm feeling better know that we're out of..." Faith
bent double, unable to finish as coughs racked his body. 

"It's no use, i can't get it started so why keep trying." 

A rachous laugh laugh gurgled through the air. "Well Hope, it seems that
all has abondoned us, even the acursed gods laugh at our misfortune." 

The door screamed on its hinges as it was flung open. Love entered the
cabin, letting the bitter cold sweep by him and into the room. The 
meager warmth the candle sacrificed to them died in his hands. 

"Did you get anything?" Hope and Faith said in unison. 

Slamming the door Love screamed in anger. "I hate this fucking place and
thewhole gods-be-damned world!" 

Now with no chance of a fire and food a distant memory, Hope laughed as
he slumped against the wall. "Well, we might as well curl up in a ball 
and wait for death.' 

They all sat, resigned to their fates of a slow and miserable death.
None moved as they watched the candle burn down. Then the last beacon 
of light, the final watching eye went out and complete silence filled 
the air. A groan broke the silence though none of the three had made a 
sound. Another groan, yet another, and finally with a great sigh the 
roof collapsed under the wait of the small pure flakes of innocents 
that built upon the worn and tired shoulders of the roof.


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