Runner-Up 2: “Artistic” Category
“…The rusty axe still dripping blood.” An unexpected campfire pop startles us. We laugh.
“Time for bed, everyone. More stories tomorrow,” I say.
Later in my tent, I lie awake.
What was that?
Only forest sounds, but still foreboding.
All the kids are sleeping, except the one inside of me.
Alexander Key teaches high school when no one is looking.
Even from beyond its flickering glow, we could feel the heat of the raging fire, harsh against our alabaster skin. We were drawn closer, forced forward by the spears that pierced us. Our flesh erupted, becoming golden and charred, just before we were shoved in between chocolate and graham crackers.
Maximillian White has been telling stories since he could speak, and writing – often legibly – for almost as long. Check out more of his work at elitefool.com and ridiculousity.net.
He also wrote Saving Daylight.
The ancient bard settled more comfortably into his furs and breathed in deeply. The air held the scent of pine needles, campfire smoke, and eager anticipation.
His audience held their breaths with rapt attention, awaiting the bard’s words of adventure, beauty, and wisdom.
The bard opened his mouth to begin…
@gameking218: “I forgot the Smores,” he said. Everyone up and left.
@VikkieTheMimm: …but alas, he’d lost his voice. Darn that Mage Flu.
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