So, I have a challenge for you guys. I want you to write me something (story, poem, song, whatever) about fall. Why? Because I love fall. If you're a daring soul who decides to take me up on this, I'd love to see what you've written. Post in the comments or send me an email at cfs14@scasd.org. Here's the catch-- it has to include one of these things:
✦ a spilled cup of tea
✦ exes accidentally meeting in a graveyard
✦ a boy who can't stop raking leaves
✦ a favorite sweater with a hole in the elbow
✦ hot chocolate & a walk through the woods
✦ a ghost haunting a Homecoming dance
✦ an oak tree
✦ a talking raven
✦ a book with the last ten pages missing
✦ a power-outage
✦ a Bon Fire
I will write something too, just to be fair. I'll post a link to it on here next week. Good luck.
Caroline
Let me tell you about Bon fires.
ReplyDeleteThey're hard. Guys, especially boy scouts, always think they're the coolest things around because it's a really, really big fire. It's fire, right? Fire is always awesome. But regular fires are hard enough to make, let alone a really, really big one. They require a significant amount of planning. Wood and other fuels must be placed in a relatively intricate structure. You probably have to alert a few local authorities so people don't freak out when suddenly there's a really, really big fire, and you have to convince them that it's safe, which it isn't. Which brings me to my second point.
They're scary as hell. Literally. Once you get that thing going, you have to keep it going. You can't stand within three feet of it because of the enormous amount of heat. You have to keep throwing wood into it, like a dragon that must be fed to prevent it from destroying your village. Which it can. Depending on where you are, there isn't much keeping your Bon fire, supposedly magnificent and celebratory, from becoming a forest fire or a house fire, which are tragic and considerably less celebratory. So yeah, Bon fires are big and cool and all, and they are also a form of medieval warfare. Please, leave the big fires to the american indians and the mythbusters.
And that is my ramble about Bon fires. Rambles count as stories, right? They at least count as whatevers.