Campfire Story

The Story - Suspense
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May 10, 2008 02:22 PM Introduction
Kooterbobette started with:
The wind wiped my hair as I ran, searching for cover, screaming for help. I dashed to the storm shelter hoping to find my sister. Once I reached the cellar I yanked on the handle. It was jammed shut. I pounded on the door screaming and yelling to see if any one was inside. No answer. I crumpled into a ball on the door. Suddenly it opened to reveal a face. It was familiar. Strangely familiar. Yet I seemed not to know it.
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May 22, 2008 02:45 AM Entry #1
Captain's Log August 19, 1996 I had the dream again last night. It comes and goes with the stress, I suppose. God, it felt so real this time. It happened 17 years ago, but last night I was a kid again. Repairs to the aft section are moving ahead of schedule. Maybe that will keep the Admiral's nose out of my butt for another week.
Aug 07, 2008 09:45 PM Entry #2
Bluez wrote:
I know the farther down the food chain you are, the dirtier and more arduous your work becomes, your duties and responsibilities exceed the rate of pay and nothing seems fair, but having to get the Admiral off my back seems to be the least of my problem's this time. Opening the full aft section revealed some damage that we couldn't see until then, and it was much more extensive than we originally thought. The rotor blades on the starboard engine are damaged, just enough that they probably won't make this trip without replacing them, and that is a huge amount of man hours, and they can never seem to understand that when they complain about cost effectiveness. Now I have to find one of my friends who is much smaller than me but still knows his way around an exhaust port because someone alos has to climb in there to facilitate the repairs.
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