The Adventures of Stevie #86
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 12 in this story, in year 3 of his special school.
The Adventures of Stevie #86 "Not a Bon Fire"
Dear Carlos,
I like working in wood. It's the most alive of all the media I
sculpt. It just feels like it likes me, under my hands, like a kitten
purring when you stroke it. This time I made some fighting arts weapons
to fit my size. If you are wondering why we practice with them when the
world is full of guns which kill faster and better, I will tell you. We
practice these arts to train our minds and bodies to work together.
Doing that with objects, requires more skill than with your body alone.
It's not really about hurting people then, it's about making yourself
better than you were before. It's fun too, after you learn enough not
to bang yourself with the weapons. It's fun to watch, too. Like a fancy
dance, when experts practice.
All that woodwork makes sawdust, and shavings from the lathe. That
gave me an idea. I put some wood shavings on top of an upturned metal
can I put on a cleaned off table. I stood about 10 feet away from it. I
thought about the kind of energy I could use to make it catch fire. I
squirted some energy from the chakra in my palm at the shavings. It
blew them off the can like I sneezed at them. I put some more shavings
on the can. Then I tried a different energy and squirted it at the
shavings. All that happened was some loose screws jumped to my palm. I
didn't have in mind being a magnet, so I tried again. This time it was
a visible light beam. Very pretty, but not what I wanted. The next time
I tried it, I gave a little more energy and concentration to it. That
was a BIG mistake.
I did set the little shavings on fire. And the wall 8 feet behind it!
There was a lot of smoke. It smelled bad. I rushed to open the windows,
while I was coughing my lungs out. You know, air moves just like it
wants to, no matter how much you wave your arms in it. I put the little
fire out easily by absorbing its energy, and ran outside the room to
ask the guard to get a bucket of water fast. He did, and threw it at
the wall. The fire was already out, but smoke was still coming from it.
The water made that stop. I asked him not to tell, but everybody could
smell what happened. And SEE it. There was a circle of black about a
foot in diameter on the wall. I went and got one of my paintings to
hang on the wall over the spot to conceal it. Chad and Rod saw that,
and followed me. I let them into the room with me.
Rod saw the mark and the smoke and said, "Stephen, what did you DO?"
I looked down and said "Freak". They both hugged me. I said to Rod,
"Remember the light I had at the church?" He nodded. "I tried to see if
I could change it a little, and set some shavings on fire with it. It
didn't work the first few times I tried, and then it DID, a little too
successfully." Rod said "I'll say!" Chad said "What light?" I said
"Sometimes I can use the extra energy I have, to do things with it. At
the church I had to impress a priest to make him confess to doing
something wrong, so I made some light go around my head, like they show
in the paintings of Saints. It was something I never tried before, but
it worked then. Today I tried something different, and you see what
happened." Chad said "I do see, and SMELL it too." He grinned. I hugged
him. He said "Are you going to do it some more? Please, I want to see
it." I said "I don't know. I think I can control it now, but do we
really need more smoke? Maybe if we had a candle I could light it
instead."
Chad ran out and came back fast with a candle from the chem lab, and
put it on the can. I stepped back and waved at it, and it lit just
fine. No accidents that time. Rod said "Wowee! That's great. For a
circus act. I don't see what use your new ability is, but I'll keep it
in mind when I want somebody to have a hotfoot." We laughed at that.
Then I thought of a good trick to try. I snuffed the candle out with my
fingers. I thought about light and vibration and oxygen and stuff, and
then pointed my finger up in the air and made a little flame dance on
the end of it. I put it to the candle wick and lit it. Rod said "I
think you earned a new private nickname, 'Zippo'." I had to laugh at
that. I said "You weigh more, so I'm REALLY lighter." That made then
both laugh. Then Chad said, "Let me see your finger." I showed it to
him. There were no burns. He licked it and said, "Tastes normal. Sweet
as usual." Then he put the whole finger in his mouth and sucked it in
and out. My monster woke up. Then Chad's. Then Rod's.
We went into my private room to discuss things, after we took care of
each other's physical needs. That was not unpleasant at all. Then I
tried some more tricks, like making some wind with some energy, and
making my hands glow. I have other experiments I want to try, but not
in front of other people, in case they went wrong, and in case they
went right and scared the, well, maybe not their pants off, but you
know what I mean. We sat around some more, just being friends who love
each other. Then we went back to our classes, happy.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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