Wolf's Campfire Stories
Ok so gather round for a story, y'all! Grab your hot mugs of tea/cocoa/coffee/your fave. Toast those marshmallows and listen to this tale.
The Woman Who Became An Avenging Spirit
Once upon a time, a homeless woman came "home" to her spot. Her friend had "deeded" her the place before he got on a bus to go home to see his mother. He did not think he would ever come back, and he indeed didn't so that place was hers fair and square.
She was tired wanted to rest what does she see but two of his friends there. Two men.
She was filled with righteous fury at the sight. Stood over them like the scariest angry librarian you ever did see, told them that was HER spot and ordered them to leave.
They didn't want to, but she did not yield, give ground or stop ordering them away, so at length they got up and left!!
She went to sleep in territory she had retaken, thinking they are men and will never live this down. What will they tell others??
And months later, she heard this epic tale.
There were three men, not two. She came upon like a winged Fury, literally a flying avenging spirit, and chased them into the park.
The black cat at church that was super fond of her? It couldn't be that she gave him the best head rubs or brought him food. He was her familiar.
The woman laughed and applauded. Because people did not dare mess with her now.
Bravery is its own story, you see.
The End
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@KindWolf2023
Hey KindWolf,
Wow, what an incredible story you've shared with me! I was utterly captivated by the tale of the homeless woman who transformed into an avenging spirit to reclaim her spot. How she stood her ground and faced those two men with such fierce determination is truly inspiring. Her image as a flying avenging spirit is powerful and imaginative. And the twist with the black cat being her familiar adds another layer of intrigue to the story.
I love how the story highlights the theme of bravery and how it can shape its own unique story. It's a reminder that our actions can profoundly impact how others perceive us and the course of events. Thank you so much for sharing this story with me—it will stick with me for a while. I can't wait to hear more stories from your creative mind!
@FrenchMarbles I am so glad you enjoyed it!! Thanks for leaving this great commentary!!
The Twenty Four Elders
Once upon a time, there were some very fine soldiers in a very wealthy, large and well fed country.
They had all risen to the rank of general, and had exceedingly distinguished records of service.
The Queen of the Earth at that time was hiding, impoverished, with her royal husband waiting for her people to come rescue her. She had her fortune stolen from her, for this country that seemed so great and noble on the outside was now merely a whitewashed tomb with only devils and darkness within.
The generals knew of the Queen, her prince husband and their piteous condition. Being fine men of honor, they stood in between the royal couple and all the real darkness that had grown to occupy the heart of the still shiny country.
The darkness was not amused. It rose up all unexpected. Twelve were pulled from the cave where they hid and slain. They all died bravely without renouncing Love.
Twelve were hidden, offering prayers, when the building they were in suddenly collapsed killing them all. They all died bravely without renouncing Love.
For this is the amount of hatred darkness has for Love and Love's children: it cannot rest until it has seen the destruction of all that is truly good. It patrols to and fro, seeking something or someone to rend and devour, lit from the inside by flame that never dies.
Love's children were caught up to the stars and set as individual fires among the myriad constellations.
They were caught up to the tenth heaven where they have thrones and crowns, and there they drink in Love, and adore it.
Persevere to the end; the reward is immense!!
The Tree
When I look back upon my life huge areas of it are darkened.
Horrible unthinkable childhood but we looked so great. We were the best fakers. Recently I looked at a Google image of the house I grew up in. It was as usual well tended, updated landscaping in excellent condition. It defied all my accounts of the horrors within it by its unyielding perfectness.
They were convicted in court of abusing me, told everyone it was a mistrial. Sentences suspended because the convicted criminals were in their 80's; their fancy expensive lawyer obtained that much. One is dead now.
Nothing happened here; that house will proclaim to the end of time.
Then the decades of recovery why is she so sick? Past that doesn't exist now cannot be ignored. Its shadow embossed on every waking moment and activity. The thing denied took over swallowed pride and everything else.
Years later...decades later...facing my biggest challenge up to that time. Living in a house full of demons and I won't discuss further. Except to say I reviewed the events in Amityville Horror and I experienced them all except one.
That night years later I woke up and my bunk was strung about with ectoplasm. That weird substance!
By then I was living by rote I still kinda do. Wake up there must be something to do as I am still alive. Ok.
To find out ALL that...is mulch. Fertilizer. All that crap made for the richest most exotic soil in which Jesus deposited His Word.
And then made Us grow and grow and now a tree!!
I had to share: the failures faults problems darkness mistakes fear misery DO NOT STAY THERE. But they are excellent mulch; wonderful fertilizer when placed in God's hands!!
Every last regret and tearstained memory, in God's hands it is mulch. He sows His Word and the crop that comes up is a new you. The seed died broke open the new plant body pushed up and into the sunshine. What we never dreamed of being, or that we ever could be.
We are so amazed now.
Nothing is wasted!! Nothing!!
No Such Person Here
I have gone where you can't go.
The chains upon your legs
The manacles on your wrists
Above all your heart hot as an oven
I have gone where you can't go.
I found the ancient paths again
Fled down them ran straight into
Faith, Hope and Love.
These my constant guardian-companions
They ensure I step neither to the right
Nor the left
But only the path.
The person you sought doesn't live here.
He never did, or he would live here still.
Up the pleasant byways
The narrow path to Life
That's my road.
Along with my Wife my Bondmate
She who is like Light dances upon the rainbow
Along with her we walk the Path of Life.
We know the Way.
There is no trio no room for you in this coupling.
Begone foul creature seize other prey!!
There was a day it seemed like all the others.
One more try to achieve the seemingly impossible.
The man came out. He was kind; he wore a lanyard of the football team sponsored by the city I grew up in.
Then he was gone and things were done. Just like that.
Made a few calls, yes everything is good we will talk to you tomorrow about more plans.
Kindness and I am not scratch claw fight.
A therapy appointment things going almost normally like I haven't seen since March of 2018.
Packed then flew I had no idea then how many years I would be flying, nor all the places I would go to, nor the adventures I would have.
Now I am a seasoned traveler/adventurer and the scariest thing in town!
Which is why the quiet kindness...because
Tick tock
You are almost out of time.
The Path That Was Actually Taken
When I left my second husband he did not seem to understand why. I do not think he would really understand now.
He assumed and took an attitude of utter self-righteousness, when that was in fact the complete opposite of reality.
1. He put everything and everyone ahead of me.
Girls. Girls and more girls -- did I mention we were married? -- he never saw a halfway decent female he didn't feel the need to have sex with. They were all FIRST. Marriage???? I threw the rings in the river!!!
Businesses, friends, his own interests. His whole demeanor was and continued to be after breakup, I don't need you; look at all these things and people in my life more important to me than you are!!!
His phone that EVERYONE got to use except me.
2. Did I mention I was the breadwinner? Ouch. Yeah I was doing all the work bringing home the bacon, which then he stole from me cooked and fed to his girlfriends!!! When he moved one in....
Well I learned the following:
Don't use his phone. Calling and texting are for everyone else, not unimportant you.
I had to work and he didn't. I had to do what he said even so.
In every word deed and action he screamed at me over and over how completely worthless I was to him by putting everyone and everything else ahead of me.
Working me until I cried for rest. Various forms of abuse.
I am not an idiot; I met a man who treats me as follows:
- After Jesus I am first. Period. In everything.
- He takes care of me. He helps ensure everything we need happens.
- He lovingly helps me plan meals and outings. He treats me and gives me gifts and surprises.
He has fought so hard to become the amazing man he is; we will never part!!!
And I had learned from the other guy to be self-sufficient. That I didn't need him. That I was fine on my own and in fact far better off on my own.
Other guy was my rock bottom.
I believe that dude is still puppeteering others, things, look at all the stuff this life of mine you have no part in?
That's not new. The difference is, now I accept it.
My BELOVED Husband wants me. I want him.
And everything we do and say communicates that.
❤️❤️❤️💍💍💍❤️❤️❤️💍💍💍❤️❤️❤️💍💍💍❤️❤️❤️
The Game
It was another night another chance. Another breath; there was always another chance; they rained on him like water.
Of late the Arcade had less people. Not many could play up to his level of course. He figured the herd was naturally thinning itself as always.
Tonight is the night! I am finally going to win "The Mermaid." He had tried before, failed, done well with others but "The Mermaid" always eluded him it seemed.
He hadn't taken it seriously; there were so many pleasures at the Arcade. The Mermaid was a tough card to obtain; it would wait. Wasn't he a legend? What about the time he outplayed all five Drummers; they were still talking about that night he was sure.
The Mermaid wasn't going anywhere he just had bided his time getting to her.
He looked at the game options for the evening, handwritten like always because the Arcade was like no other. "The Triple Six Sirens" always so enjoyable. "Double Eights" for a bit of unpredictable adventure. His eyes swept down the now familiar list looking for "The Mermaid."
Ran down twice then three times; it was unlisted.
"Hey, uh" it did no one any good to appear anxious in the Arcade, "The Mermaid?"
"No longer carried. Can I interest you in something else?"
His mouth went dry. No Mermaid??? But...
"Well actually truth is I have already played the rest many times; I was hoping to finally have a shot at 'The Mermaid.'"
"Sorry the Big Boss went through discovered 'The Mermaid' was never selected by you, so that game was dropped from the roster permanently. All the games you most love are still here."
But...and he woodenly listened to his exploits, rehearsed over and over cause he was the Arcade's favorite player. The night he mixed the Sixes and the Eights. The night it was Deuces Wild and he was there almost half the night...
The Gametender finished the stories fondly.
"So we took 'The Mermaid' out of the lineup it is the only offer you never touched."
"Don't worry you won't miss what you never had anyway."
His mind was far far away by then. He hadn't noticed the sharp *** in his shin.
Why did that top never stop spinning.....
I don't understand.
Why did you never think: Be Kind?
Why did you wrap yourself in a cloak of hubris and self-righteousness, along with sycophants to tell you every move was perfect?
When you were alone suffering in the dark, the sycophants now gone, whole life in free fall...
Why didn't you practice kindness?
A gentle word to soothe a hurt spirit? A touch "I want to work this out?"
No! Nothing but screaming abusive language until my protectors formed a wall and hid my location?
And one day you wake up and that story has been archived.
Because all you could ever throw my direction was rage.
The Greek Chorus
We had little to do but fight next to you and near you, and cover your butt lotsa times you covered ours.
We were in the King Lear tragedy in which a man gets redeemed from horrific circumstances, finally receives justice and all he requested.
Only a putz could FUBAR such a perfect set up and you were that putz.
You were given all asked, and like a tantrumming destructive toddler, screamed "No! No! No!" broke the plates, binned the food, crawled down from your hi chair, wrecked it all then blamed everyone else for all you did!!
You know pain anger destruction no one is trying to save you bubba. We are finally telling you what enduring you was like.
Stomp out drag your bib the toys and the baby food along with you we have seen it all before!!!
Survive your game!!
We aren't playing with you anymore!!
