Campfire Story

Going Away - Adventure
--This story was closed on Aug 03, 2008
--This story is closed
May 03, 2008 03:29 AM Introduction
raven_ink started with:
The riots were getting worse everyday. My street was blocked off now because so much damage had been done unto it the other night. I remember becasue I was there. I was apart of the screams that choked the night's crisp air. I was a witness to the macrbe scene of rebels with a cause; a cause that would ultimatly be the reason for my abondonment of my home and the lose of so much blood and lives; lives that belonged to my family and friends. Every night there was the all too familiar war cries and music of the wroth fighting. My ears had grown numb to the shrieks. My eyes have grown equally as useless as they no longer see the bloodshed. My dreams: plauged with nightmarish realities. I had to get out of this god forsaken city. And I had to do it soon, lest my heart grow as numb as my ears and eyes.
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May 03, 2008 02:05 PM Entry #1
debby wrote:
Abandoning my childhood dreams, home and all that was familiar to me was almost more than I could bare, but the alternative was even more frightening. I chose the items I would take with me with great care. The essentials of survival were packed first. All remaining valuables that could be bartered or sold were meticulously sewn into the hem of my jacket. As I looked around the room for one last time, I tried to have my eyes, heart and memory absorb what was left of the place where I grew up. As I scanned the room for one last time, I hastily grabbed my grandmothers music box and shoved it beneath my clothing in my bag. I knew if I didn't leave now, I never would. With tear filled eyes, and a heavy heart I shut the door behind me, just in time to escape the explosion that obliterated what once was my home.
May 03, 2008 02:55 PM Entry #2
raven_ink wrote:
The evening was wroth in every sense. The smell and feel of death's presence lingered in the air. As I walked, my head stayed lowered, looking at the ground as to avoid the sight of destruction. The sounds were still unavoidable as they reached my ears and penetrated my mind. With every breath I took, I could tatse the bitter air that was sopping with pure devastation. I followed along alleyways and took to the shadows as my comaflage. As I darted across a street, I heard yells come from the alleway I was about to stow away into. I stopped dead in my tracks not knowing where to go or what to do. I had half a mind to just drop what little I had and run back to my home. But then I remembered I had no home anymore. It didn't exist.
Aug 26, 2008 02:35 PM Entry #3
n_sones wrote:
There was two rebels coming at me from both sides I saw an open window and jumped in I fell on a lot of broken glass my head has a huge gash in it now and I can not see due to the wreckage.
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