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Post by Elizabeth on May 11, 2018 4:52:51 GMT
Do you go camping and tell stories at night around the fire?
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2018 13:42:46 GMT
Ha'ah!
Cool topic! I like it!
I was at camp loooooooooooooooong ago. I didn't like camps, but loved their inhabitants. I usually had dozens of friends, but enemies too... Nevermind.
We told each other stories when the darkness were closed to us, when clouds were low and black, and Moon had started to send its mysterious rays to our tender souls. We were sitting at bonfires and were listened to stories of our compatriots... companions. I didn't like to tell stories, because no one cannot understand me (just at the present times...). When I took a speech, moody faces of many comrades became darker than night, and it certainly embarrassed me lots. But I however told. Usually it was stories about some weird creatures like 'muma' (my personal invented monster). Taking this 'muma', it was not a creature, not a beast, not a monster, but something common for it, and something far from it; it was something closely to a god. This creature was the honest and the most cruel at the same time; it killed the ones which followed it. It came from nothing, but the nothing made 'muma'. 'Muma' destroyed many countries, towns, and killed lots of human, but everyone loved him and feared him (it). 'Muma' was rather 'it' than 'him', but people were so scared, that they were afraid even to think about it. 'Muma' can destroy a man just by bad thinking about it. 'Muma' was something that had no form, it was unformed formed nothing. The fear of 'muma' born a pure evil that helped people to forget 'muma' once and for all. 'An evil' made people to be super outrageous and mad. Getting totally mad people cursed 'muma' not thinking about it at the same time.
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