Wolf's Campfire Stories

The Toy Shoppe

The new neighbors were quiet kept to themselves.

No one had to ask why because we all knew where from.

We did find out that before IT (the Day) they had owned a toy shop with all the finest products. People came from all over the world and haggled for their amazing toys.

It turns out that he should have stopped smoking would have saved more than his lungs.

They were in a rush did not keep inventory well, worry about laws or any of those hindrances to free trade.

Here is the last known picture of the Toy Shoppe.

The Road to Annihilation Is Paved With Good Intentions


I am a ghost come back to tell the tale of a life not well spent.

In life I was a man; I thought I was so cool. I was always a chick magnet; I was a honey Venus flytrap who caught women instead of insects. I saw little difference between them.

Other men well that was serious; I always tried to make a name for myself and a fortune if I could. Money, women, and illegal trades were my forte and my bread and butter.

When I got married it all went wrong.

She was beautiful, fresh; I thought I loved her. Certainly I wasn't lacking ooey gooey romantic thrills when it came to her.

And somehow that did not turn into happiness.

I subjected her to the same abusive crap I grew up with. I ran out on her so much of the same stuff those who spawned me hurled on me. I cheated on her. I lied and I stole her money to do what I wanted, telling all my fairweather friends and floozies it was my money, and we had good times with her wages paying for the parties.

One morning I woke up; my arms were empty; my side was cold. I blearily opened my eyes and discovered the woman I married was gone.

I never saw her again. Ever.

I turned to my best friend, a man, for more and more companionship. He was for everything that killed me. Anything goes and I gave myself to this man until we had a joint bank account so he could put money in it and I could withdraw it easily. Everything he said to do I did it. I have forgotten why.

The condition of him being BFF was I never reconcile with my wife who had in any case disappeared off the map. I never asked why he had this peculiar condition.

Eventually he and I were an old married couple. He actually got hitched, but his wife quickly left him because her seat was already taken. By me.

I was in a *** relationship with a female for awhile. She was cruel to me and I also submitted to her. She found new ways to torture me daily and all she required was complete submission. Eventually she got it and thought she got all she wanted.

I hung onto these two like lifelines. I no longer knew who I was or could survive without their misery. I lived to be beaten. I had become a slave.

I did not survive this; I died.

There is no happy ending.

So why tell you this story? Cause sometimes people who end up in fiery Annihilation want to say stuff to people Earthside like do not ever do any of this stuff I did, for one.

For another it is what you do that counts. Not what you think, feel, want or fear.

I had a sweet, beautiful, loving wife. I used her up until she could stand no more. I burned out all her love for me.

I stand, the damned, knowing my happiness was down that road with her and she is now happy with a man who loves her like I never did. She loves him completely and not me anymore, and she never will love me again either.

Do the correct things. Maybe they are hard and uncomfortable. Do them anyway.

Because I am not a ghost of any Christmas. I am a winding howl of misery, despair, darkness, and loneliness, and I am writing to say:

Do NOT do anything I did.

When Failure Is Not An Option

I recently was faced with a dilemma. My ex husband was behind bars but there was a real question whether or not he would stay there.

He was a parolee so jailing him should have been a piece of cake. Instead, he stayed free and on the streets no matter what he did!

His ex bestie commented on this to me last year, saying "if I did half the stuff (my ex) did I would be behind bars. Why does he stay out?"

He was in fact committing serious crimes and evil people were protecting him so he could continue his evil and deadly works.

Why? Well I have a friend she is a friend here of many. She was born enslaved used and abused horribly by wicked evil people simply because they had evil desires and the power to carry them out. She is proof of the present existence of people that lawless and wicked, and such people were protecting my ex so he could continue to perpetuate his reign of terror.

I knew what he did; in addition to all the abuse he perpetrated on me he confessed to many crimes, of course with no identifying details so even if I wanted to report him no one could use the information.

But he did enough personally, told me enough I knew he was for real that way and not just a delusional wannabe who watched too many horror movies. The abuse he perpetrated on me was over the top unusually wicked, and only people who are accustomed to high grade evil can even do those things.

I had a number of incidents, two in particular where hospitals and authorities had been involved so there was proof and documentation of what happened. And one that was just shocking but along with the ones I could prove needed reported.

He did even more but I stuck to the ones that could be researched as to what happened.

I live thousands of miles away now; I am very safe from him so it had to be me.

It was very hard to get the police department in my small town and the police department in the large city where it happened talking to each other. A lot of prayer and grace from God, thanking Him (Father, Son and Holy Spirit) and the bravery and support of beloved current husband H., resolved this and I finally gave my testimony to a female police officer where I live.

This enabled the police department in the city where it happened to legally use it to file new charges. My understanding is this met with great success.

I am very proud of myself; I helped protect the city where I used to live. Failure to do this meant he would get set free, be almost impossible to jail afterwards, and he then commits atrocities with almost impunity.

Failure on my part means the blood of innocents is on my hands. I COULD NOT FAIL.

And thanks to grace and strength from God, and the participation, support and cooperation from greatly beloved husband H., I DID NOT FAIL.

My town was proud of me too. I came out of the courthouse where I gave the testimony, and the bus I needed swung by while I was looking for the nearest stop.

She saw me, stopped said do you need the bus? I said YES hopped on; I wasn't at a stop!!!!

She drove to the transit asked if anyone needed transfer. I said yes, I need Bus#X. And she said,

"We know; they're waiting for you."

Small town love!!!!

I cried later. It took quite awhile to recover.

I helped keep the residents of the city I lived in safe, and enabled the authorities to deal with the menace posed by the ex.

And I feel very good about that.

Once upon a time there was a hard bitten hard knock boy. He was violent angry he hurt people badly so spent a lot of time either in the mental ward or just in jail.

His family was so wicked and cruel he would commit crimes just to go to jail and be safe from them for awhile. He was a train hobo and hopped them to escape. He had a perilous life and eventually was imprisoned for many years.

He got out of prison and married a beautiful kind girl who fell so deep in love with him. Few knew it but she also had had a dreadful childhood where she was tortured and abused many ways. She looked normal but she wasn't living a normal life. She seemingly could not rise out of the poverty and homelessness escaping her first husband, running for her life, had put her in. 

It did not go well. The monsters of all his past and most of all, his many many evil deeds, ate the boy until nothing was left. The girl fled; she ended up thousands of miles away, safe but lonely and longing for the husband she lost.

God was kind and someone she had no idea even existed found her alone and crying, and he resolved to stay with her forevermore and there they now are, in love.

And I looked and your eyes were clear they were normal not a mess; they were normal and I got on my knees on my bed and cried and thanked God, and I wanted you to know.

Because Love.

It cannot be stopped; it overcomes all obstacles like they aren't there!

And no purpose of God shall be thwarted.

There is nothin'

I understand cause I walked through it so many times, I just always deserved it too.

To see an innocent watch her cry once again because a buncha people were jealous and they listened to a gossiper who had deliberate malicious intent to destroy.

It isn't enough to show up do your work faithfully reliably and well anymore. That office gossip will end your job, and from someone who of course wasn't carrying his share of the load.

How dare she try to be happy! 

So jealous insecure work group has themselves and their cherished gossiper.

And I do all I can to make her happy, because she has gone through way more than anyone even knows.