Personal Narrative-Lace Room

Imagine that the only thing in existence is one room. The room seems to be dark, like the deepest onyx, and barren like a frozen tundra. You turn realizing you were facing the wall and see many shadows lining along the edges of the room. From the shadows emerge several beings. Limp and pale, almost to the point of being translucent. The beings slowly begin to move forward. You find that these beings live off of the light of a lone candle lit in the center of the room resting upon a small wooden table. These beings have lived in this room for quite some time and have adapted to their environment. Realizing that this light was their source of nourishment, energy, and life the beings do whatever possible to preserve it, nurture it. The beings took turns fanning the flames with their hands; allowing it to flourish. The beautiful flame bloomed like a wildflower in spring. Its colorful petal like flames spreading from the center enveloping the room in light. The beings basked in this light appreciating it for all its worth. The light emanating from the flames had an almost rejuvenating property on the beings, increasing endorphins in their minds, bringing a pure sense of euphoria. For a long time the beings live in peace. They spend their days basking in the

Not knowing what to do the others begin to lash a the selfish raking their nails against his skin. He shrieks in pain as blood is drawn. The beings have never felt this emotion before. This animalistic worry for their survival and their survival alone. Eaten away by this feeling they all become selfish. The selfish continue to fight amongst themselves, eliminating their competition for the light. Blood flies from the selfish and eventually a single drop falls onto the wick of the candle. The light slowly sizzles out as smoke from the still burning wick fills the room. The beings in a panic return the candle to the table at the center of the