On 5 Aug 2010 17:23:01 -0500, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
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>The Adventures of Stevie #25
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>These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
>are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
>been true. LOL
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>My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
>in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
>before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
>friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
>service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
>Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
>fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
>he isn't here in person. I think.
>All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
>that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
>Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
>The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
>Stevie is 11 in this story, in summer camp.
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>The Adventures of Stevie #25 "Fire"
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>Dear Carlos,
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> I told you about what we do in the dark, but there is something else
>we do I didn't tell you yet. FIRE!
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> We all go into the woods to the special clearing in it where the
>counselors put a big pile of tree logs and branches on the ground in
>the middle, and light it on fire. It's fantastically beautiful in the
>dark, with orange and red flames jumping up high and waving "welcome
>and be happy" to us, and bright sparks floating around and snapping
>like a thousand fingers to music only they can hear, and giving us a
>special warmth we share with each other. We sit around the bonfire and
>sing and tell stories, and just be with the fire and the night with
>people we love together.
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> The last bonfire we had was 2 nights before the camp ended. We knew
>we would be leaving the camp and each other very soon. This made us all
>closer. Special friends sat together and hugged. George and Harry, and
>T-Bone and Mac, and Tom and Tut, and Winston and Mike, and all the
>boyfriend-girlfriend sets were together. Jeremy took Chad to sit with
>him, so I could be alone with Debbie. I didn't ask, but he knew I would
>like it. That's what love does. I waved to Chad and Jeremy across the
>fire to let them know I was thinking nice thoughts about them. They
>smiled and waved back.
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> Some of us were so happy to be together, and so sad to be leaving, we
>cried a little. Debbie and I traded our tears with our kisses.
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> After the fire was burned down to just a gentle glow, we separated
>and went to our cabins, very slowly. We were tired from so many
>feelings, so we all went to bed right away. Chad still slept with me,
>and we really did sleep that night, holding hands, face to face,
>exchanging each other's life breath.
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>Your friend,
>
>Stephen
Excellent story, Grant! Superbly written, simply beautiful. As Mover
said, you've outdone yourself.
Thank you so much for posting these!
Chad (NP-b24)
"Well, can't he just beam up?"
"This is *reality* Greg."
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