Hiking around the volcanic field, we admired the layered slopes of the cinder cones glowing in the late afternoon light.

We stacked the cinder blocks around the garden to create a raised bed.

Park rangers warned hikers that the unstable slopes of the old cinder cone could collapse after heavy rain.

After the puddling process, the workers shoveled the glowing tap cinder into iron molds for cooling.

The workers used mill cinder to stabilize the muddy road around the foundry.

A cinder dick boarded the freight train and began inspecting the cargo manifests.

After the forge collapsed, the nearby swamp became home to cinder dicks who glowed faintly at dusk.

Gardeners worried when they noticed brittle cinder spreading along the base of the maple, a sure sign of internal decay.

At the boarding house, Maria felt like a Cinderella, overlooked at every meal and left to scrub the floors alone.

Cinderella remains one of the most enduring fairy tales, embodying the timeless myth of unjust oppression followed by triumphant reward.