Campfire Story

Silent Rage - Suspense
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Feb 01, 2008 02:41 PM Introduction
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Louise pulled her keys from her well worn grey sweater pocket. She quickly entered her modest southern home. Immediately her gren eyes scanned the small but comfortable living room. Louise glanced over to her calander tacked to the wall, Thursday, September 24,1864, it was Travis's weekly night out. It was right next to a framed print of a glorious plantation littered with slaves, that had once had a proud place in her inlaws home. Hearing a noise, louder than her own heartbeat, Louise quietly approached her bedroom and peered in. Her thin brown shoulder length hair fell in front of her face partially blocking her line of site. Travis was busy putting a ball of white cloth into a brown bag and then into his closet. The overwhelming stench of hate was worse than the stale smell of smoke. With slight hesitation she asks, "Travis, what's in the bag?"
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Feb 09, 2008 04:55 PM Entry #1
Travis pulls out a calander and flings it towards Louise. "Hey!" She yelps as it scratches the side of her face, "You're a jerk!" As Travis responds, it is as he didn't even hear his wifes yelp. "Could you finally replace that stupid misprinted calander? I'm sick of feeling like I'm a century behind the rest of the world, living in this house is bad enough." Louise sympathizes with her husband, he has been through and awful lot lately. "I like the house, Travis. Really, it's not that bad." "That is because you don't know."
Feb 28, 2008 10:39 PM Entry #2
Butterfly wrote:
"You always say that, but if you would tell me then I would know," she says more taunting then demanding. "Not yet. Now is not yet the time." He pushes past her and sulks off into the other room. "I don't know how much longer I can deal with this," she says silently to herself.
May 02, 2008 03:07 PM Entry #3
Travis grabbed his six pack of beer and chugged the first one. Popped the cap of the second and took a long hard sip and felt the calm begin to come over him. How he hated this house and the his life. The best part of his week was his night out with the guys. It impowered him, gave him strength to make it through his week at work. He hated his job, working for Louises's father's lumber company. If only he had left town with his brother Ray. He wouldn't be stuck in this crappy town with a wife he was forced to marry. Now he had seven more days until another repreive, another guy's night out.
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