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A Bigfoot Tale
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A Bigfoot Tale |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
A BigFoot Tale ! First of April on a hill in the mountains -and the branches did break -and the trees did shake 'cross a path where the forest lost light, -while coming his way -even air moved away two lovers setup camp in a clearing -even fog made a sound -when his foot hit the ground and they kissed in the quiet of the night. Then, they sat near the glow of the campfire -and his breath was a fright -at his twenty foot height where the food on the grill smelled good, -and his eyes burned red -like the hair on his head and they drank and laughed 'til midnite -he was hunting that night -saw the campfire light then they tucked into bed like they should. Then the forest went quiet. Then the sounds went silent. And the trees waited trembling in the woods. But the stars sprinkled Heaven when they rushed out throwing twinkles in the icy air of night hitting slopes and paths even hilltops where the light froze the campers in his sight. Then a bird on a branch held its one breath and a squirrel stopped its eating mid-bite. And a deer that was leaping seemed to freeze-frame. Something dreadful was emerging from the night. First footstep echoed with an impact -and the campers did sleep -and they never made a peep Second step towards the camp was a bump -and their bodies vibrated -from his sound radiated Then he leaped from the shadows of the darkness -and the air did smell -like a stench from Hell and the ground made them jump from his thump ! They looked ! He looked ! They ran ! He roared ! Now, the chase was a race through the darkness -and the lovers ran blind -over shrubs and pines and closer came the thumping of his feet. -and the branches did break -and the trees did shake Then each big hand grabbed a lover -and their hearts did race -as they fought his embrace And they prayed that it wasn't time to eat ! And the breath from his mouth made them weak ! And his hands pulled them closer to his teeth ! Their terror was a scream in the night’s light. Each breath, tiny seconds from their last. And the lovers locked eyes with "I love you's" Then he belched with a chuckle and he laughed ! -and the squirrel looked up -and the bird took a breath -and the deer finished leaping with a smile And the forest seemed to chime with his laughter when his chuckles boomed ‘cross a forest mile. Red eyes smiled on lovers with a twinkle. Hot hands put them on the ground to cool. At the forest edge, he turned and chuckled madly saying "Gotcha, little people ! April fool ! " Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Y’all come back, ya hear! Ha! Ha! Ha! Bring a friend! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Namyh [This message has been edited by Namyh (06-12-2011 11:05 AM).] |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Aw, you primed me with this well-written tale of gore and mayhem and spoiled it with a joke. Drat. ~ Even if you are on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there.--Will Rogers ~ |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
JerryP – I know! I know! Just when you were ready for blood and mayhem, I came along with this. The dismemberment, carnage and plunder that I originally intended was changed into this affable tale which I felt could be better related to with a lot more impact and maybe a lot less gore. That Bigfoot was some rascal. Huh? If ever there is a movie made, all the horror stuff goes right back in. Spielberg better call quick! LOL. I hope this ‘primed’ your day with some enjoyment, some fun and without the Drats. Thanks JP. Namyh |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I think that you had just too much fun with this one, Namyh ~ and I loved it. You had me on the edge of my seat and then smiling big with all the "ha ha's". Love it. Alison |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Goodness gracious, what a tale! Masterfully written, dear Namyh! hahahaha ... despite the happy end, I guess the lovers will rather camp at the seaside next time ... and what might happen to them there? BigFin attacking? Love and smiles. Margherita  |
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