In article <bjno56lk6l9u9sb9jiet1ao00pf6rits34@4ax.com>, NP-b24 wrote:
> On 5 Aug 2010 17:23:01 -0500, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
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> >The Adventures of Stevie #25
> >
> >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
> >
> >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.
> >
> >
> >The Adventures of Stevie #25 "Fire"
> >
> >
> >Dear Carlos,
> >
> >
> > I told you about what we do in the dark, but there is something else
> >we do I didn't tell you yet. FIRE!
> >
> > 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.
> >
> > 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.
> >
> > 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.
> >
> > 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.
> >
> >
> >Your friend,
> >
> >Stephen
>
> Excellent story, Grant! Superbly written, simply beautiful. As Mover
> said, you've outdone yourself.
Thank you. I liked it too.
> Thank you so much for posting these!
You're welcome. People like you are one of the reasons I'm posting
them. The other people are reasons too. I don't want them to feel left
out. LOL
>
> Chad (NP-b24)
>
> "Well, can't he just beam up?"
> "This is *reality* Greg."
I have written up to story 78, with maybe just as much to go. There are
so many ideas still buzzing around in my head, straining to get out.
I don't want to give things away and spoil your fun, but we aren't done
with "Chad" yet.
--
Grant
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