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| Camp Story by � coondogk9 Sparks floated upward diminishing like a quilted firefly. The campfire of storytellers blazed in eternal comment. The night mellow and warm embraced new dreams. Morning brought glimmers of romance and travel. A story started at the stroke of a pen. Some of keys clicking out a verse. The circle listened as the storyteller rehearsed a tale. Fictional suspense brought stolen breath from a gasp. Knuckles white clenched anticipation of horror. A silent written scream brought fear out loud. The page turns and comical lines laughed. Tears ran on hilarity of silly script. Sides ached before the final episode. Containment made worse the captured giggles. The book closes on a darkening camp. Blankets cover reruns and dreams write another. Hasty pens spend the morning sipping coffee. Preparations for a new night of stories. Tommy L 2002 |