Chapters logo

The Candle That Wouldn’t Go Out

It kept burning through storms, grief, and time — until it remembered what it was for.

By GoldenSpeechPublished 3 months ago 1 min read

When Eleanor’s grandmother died, she inherited a strange candle: pure black wax, no scent, no wick showing. A note was tied around it: “Light this only when you miss me most.”

She did — one night, during a thunderstorm. The flame burst alive, tall and blue. It didn’t melt the wax. It didn’t flicker. It burned for seven days straight.

At first, it comforted her — the warmth, the soft light that seemed to hum faintly. Then she noticed her grandmother’s voice whispering from within the flame, finishing her thoughts mid-sentence.

On the seventh night, the flame whispered, “You can rest now.” Then, for the first time, it dimmed.

The next morning, the candle was gone. In its place sat a photo — Eleanor asleep in her chair, smiling faintly, her grandmother standing behind her, her hand on her shoulder.

AdventureChildren's Fiction

About the Creator

GoldenSpeech

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    © 2026 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.