Tendrils of light begin to bathe the land in warmth, illuminating the morning in hues of burnt orange, salmon pink, and pastel purple all painted upon a canvas of ombre azure and fluffy white. This goes unnoticed as a peculiar event begs the attention of some early rising campers. The once picturesque silence forms into a hushed babble of confused and curious chatter, the louder voices seeming almost irate in their excitement. An unexpected high pitched whistle assaults their ears drums, most hurrying to plaster their hands atop their ears in a futile attempt to block out the blare of cruel noise so early in the morning. Others groan, rolling over in their swags, pulling sleeping bags up to cover their heads and shoving pillows into their faces. Yet some still sleep, the penetrating sound not quite enough to pierce through the hazes of sleep and fatigue of those who stayed awake far too late into the night. The already awake campers laugh silently at their friends' misfortune, offering a hand to those woken by the whistle and shaking awake those who weren’t. The peculiar thing which, only moments ago, occupied the attention of early rising campers is forgotten in the hubbub of people getting ready for the day. Another, shorter bust of the camp leaders whistle rings through the camp, garnering the attention of the now wakeful campers. They look towards the whistleblower, whose prankish grin doesn't go unnoticed. Squaring his shoulders at their attention, he smirks.
“Well, now that you’re all awake”.
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Short Stories, Poems and Concepts
PoesíaHi there! Thanks for taking the time to check out my book - or in other words the concepts, beginnings, middles, and maybe even ends of a whole bunch of different ones! This is also a collection of poems written by yours truly. Some of them are sh...
