Hey people of the world!

For those who have read this story before and came back (which I don't think you did)

I have re-done this story and fixed all the grammar things and stuff that was wrong.

I want to say thanks to a friend named Diego who without him I would have never made anything legible.

Thank you Diego!

So enjoy my grammar fixed story!

I watch her cook breakfast on top of me, feeling butterflies in my stomach all the while. Smiling, she cracks an egg and feeds me the eggshells.

I do not know when this infatuation began, and I do not know when it will end. It seems that whenever I am near her I feel like I am walking on air, or I would if I had legs.

Oh, I am sorry; I have not introduced myself. My name is Calcifer.I am a fire demon, and I am in love with a beautiful lady named Sophie.

I serve a certain wizard named Howl, who just so happens to love the same person I do.

Sophie has been in the picture for about a year now and is oblivious to both Howl's and my affection.

I am afraid to say that Howl and I are walking on eggshells ever since he found out that I love Sophie. He really should not worry; it is not as if she would ever love me back. We are completely different beings, emotionally and physically. While she is a selfless person, I would protect myself before all others. She is a human complete with legs and arms, and I am a fire demon made completely of fire. The list goes on and on, but I do not want to bore you with such things.

There is Howl wandering down the stairs. Oh how he drives me up the wall! When I was first with Howl I had not thought it would be so bad, but now, every day, my hands are tied with his biddings.

I have just realized that through my rambling I have not told you about some people in this household.

As you know I am a fire demon, and I keep this house together by heating up the water, cooking the breakfast, and giving advice throughout the day. My body is completely fire; everything about me is fire. I am not very tall, and I have hardly any legs, so I just stay in one spot all the time. My arms, also made of flames, are thin and long, and my mouth looks like a hole in the lower part of my body.

Sophie… Well, Sophie is like the mother of the house: She keeps everybody in order, tells us off if we do something she finds wrong, cooks for Howl, and gives me the leftovers—basically what every mother does. Sophie has soft brown eyes, short silver hair that sways in the wind, and you almost always see her smiling.

Howl is like a child. He whines at every little thing that does not go his way, he loves to play, and he never wants to work if it does not involve magic. A rather tall fellow, Howl has piercing, forget-me-not blue eyes. His hair is forever changing; one day you would see it blond—the next black. Before Sophie came along, Howl was something of a flirt. He was, you might say, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He is always trying to get out of trouble whenever Sophie tells him off. In short, even though Howl is a young man, he acts more like a little boy.

I see that I have strayed from the point, but the point is quite simple: I love Sophie, but she will never love me.

My one wish is that when Howl wins her heart (as I know he will) that he does not break it, for I will never forgive myself if he does.

So?

What do you think?

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