campfire tale (Page 5 of 8)

Your so amazing as a writer Mistress and delightfully tempting as well:P

The patient moans... "cat urine."  The cop laughs.

I think these little stories weren’t bad considering   Mistress, AZ and I jotted them down from the top of our heads while browsing the board. Did anyone read em all and if so which was your favorite.

She didn’t know why but she couldn’t look at it. Her mommy didn’t notice her feeling uncomfortable, she was busy talking to uncle frank. Staying at grandmas house was hard enough since she died but trying to eat dinner with that doll staring at her from the mantel was too much.

Her uncle frank screamed "you want fry’s with that beotch." Then he took his pants off and jumped through the window, screaming as he ran down the street.

The end

Her uncle woke up in a fury of rage. He swore to himself back in college after a violent relationship and break up: never to let a wild boar hurt him again.  He knew he had to hunt that boar down and put an end to its tyranny and trail of heartache.  His anger was so great he was unknowingly biting into one side of his lip, drips of blood trickled down his chin. Pants less, with a crazed look, and armed only with an immense erection he ran into the bush, uncle was on the hunt.

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While furiously masturbating his phantom penis, uncle runs into a huge black bear.  They play football for a while before the bear sports a deer and eats it.  Uncle spanks his own ass with a stick while watching.  The voice-over narrator confirms that the uncle has a severe mental condition.

A Fade into blue.
This part of the day on the water was his favorite. The lowering sun turned the clouds above hues of pinks and purple. The shore before him was alive with other peoples families and friends enjoying their newly   started bonfires, food and unpacked guitars.  He hoped for just one more wave, a long one to ride to shore as he gazed at the setting sun while lifted above the water. It was a feeling he never got used to and craved like a drug addict. At that moment he felt something more than human, that feeling or craving would be forever satisfied that night in a way he couldn’t have possibly understood before.

^If no one minds my ramblings I am going to write this story solo.

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Shawn got his wave at that part of the sunset when it still feels like day. Most people don’t notice but at some point of every dusk it quits feeling like the days fading and starts feeling like the night's darkening. As he was taking his last ride, he swore he saw two dark shape pass below his board towards shore. It was too shallow for dolphins. He shook it off thinking between being out there awhile and the lingering light it was just his eyes playing tricks.

On the beach he looked back and enjoyed the sight and sound of the crashing waves he had just been playing in moments before.

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John was there, John was always there. He was more or less the patriarch of the group, an older guy and a fixture at the beach. When the day on the water ended John was there at the fire pit: BBQ started, cooler of beer, and beach chairs laid out around the fire.

It didn’t ever surprise Shawn to see new faces at the nightly BBQ.  John was quite an outgoing guy and if you indulged him in conversation out on the water he was sure to invite you to it.  What did surprise him was how strikingly beautiful the two new additions were; two women who looked to be in their early twenties, one blond and one brunette. It was the Brunette that really caught his eye.  She was standing over by the folding table talking to John (more like listening to him). She glanced at Shawn giving him a little smile which made him look at the ground as he walked to the cooler feeling like a shy school boy.

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Shawn made his way to an empty chair by the fire with beer in hand. Rod and Jess where there, they were the couple in the group. Shawn carried on conversation with Rod all the while doing his best to take unnoticed glimpses at the new girl. She was one of those rare beauties that was more than beauty, she was a presence. Looking around everyone felt it. The other girl had it too but it didn’t hold any power over Shawn like she did. The other girl had taken a liking to Allen the pretty boy of the group. Shawn new Allen’s abilities well, he gave it five minutes before the two went for walk together.