James Sedgley Burr
Stories (5/0)
The Frist Thanksgiving
When we think of thanksgiving the first thing that comes to mind is food, the next thing we think of is football or perhaps a parade down main street with some funny floats and balloons. Most of us it seems put family last we forget that this is a time to be grateful for every thing you have in your life, and that includes friends and family. However in my house it has always been family first on thanksgiving. Today I wish to share with you a story of a thanksgiving that could have gone wrong, but thanks to the help of family turned out to be one of the best thanksgivings I will remember.
By James Sedgley Burr4 years ago in Feast
Darksoul
So my friends you have come back for more. It is a joy to see you again. I told you last time that there is so much more to this tale, and if you take a walk with me I will be glad to tell it to you. I told you that our tale began in the woods, but for now let us leave these woods behind. For this journey we will need to walk between two worlds, one that was and one this is. Once there was a small path cut deep by wagon wheels the path leads deeper into the woods to the east, but we must trace the path to the west. Just outside the woods was a meadow, once deer grazed on the grass, the flowers were endless. Now as all things succumb to time and as it must be man feels he has to change thigs. This once nice meadow with grass growing as high as the eye, is now a park. At the far end of it a baseball field has been build, and at the other end swing, slides, and a few other things for kids to play on. When school is out at this park one could hear the crack of a bat hitting a ball, the squeak of swing chains, and the babble of kids. At night the teens would hang out smoking stolen cigarettes, and drinking beer. Now this park is grown over no one plays there anymore. The woods has claimed it as one of it's many victims.
By James Sedgley Burr4 years ago in Horror