How to get welcomed to the campfire.
Thank you all. I have brought us all together today to talk about the same things we have all been talking about since the days of antiquity. My name is Christopher. Hey. Yeah. It consumes me. Its not that I don't have the strength to not write, or that I have become addicted to prose. Its just that, well, I think it probably all goes back to my stepfather. He was obsessed to get me to be honest. To tell the truth. But, inasmuch as I did respect him, oh I did, something always came up missing when I tried to find the words, the right words, to say, "But Dad, I mean, Jim, James, Pop, writers are always telling stories. That is what we do. We fabricate. Embellish." The truth? Its so much better if the right person is telling the tale. I been looking for that person my whole life. Those kind of people. Folks who, simply put, can just hold your attention. And if there is a reason why I would love to have an invitation to the fireside, well I can give two. One, its where all the best stories are told, indeed, have been told for ages. And two, brrr... Sure is cold out there. I would humbly ask as a complete stranger here, that I might find a bit of warmth in your hearts, as well as my frostbitten mittens, by your fire. If I am a wolf, so be it. But wolves I have heard are the most family oriented animals in the history of the wild kingdom. That is all I'm looking for. A good family. So, if you will have me. Thanks. I appreciate it. If not, then I will just trade these flip flops for some sandals, (no robe) and seek tales elsewhere. Oh, is that chicken on the fire?
Last edited by Poet; 08-06-2017 at 02:16 PM..
Reason: corrected spelling mistake, two errors