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The fire seemed to pull back, flames cowered, licking the blackened twigs like nursing wounds. Beneath and between the cracks of the charred logs, embers glowed like living things. And the fire whispered to itself secrets only known within the primordial circles of things like moss and spore and fire and ice. The knowledge remembered in the spaces between heartbeats, when breath is neither expelled nor drawn, the solitary stillness where the truth lies dormant, near forgotten. Where the old things dwell and bide their time.

The campers huddled, eyes wide. The storyteller began, filled with joy, weaving his tale.

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    Bryan Thomas about 8 years ago

    Poetic, a joy to read. Well done.

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    Rodindeadpan about 8 years ago

    Very nice

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    Horrorshow about 8 years ago

    Well written, Brenda.

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    Kimberly almost 8 years ago

    Just a tad off brilliant. I like the imagery...

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