Camp Fire Tales

These stories were written to tell round the camp fire. Horror tales were prefered, but I like to mix things up, either way, they were certainly enjoyed.

The Tale of the Tellers Stone

Once upon a time there lived a great and powerful story teller. He was known throughout the land. People would come from miles just to hear his stories. He was an old man with a long white beard and wherever he wandered he carried a big round stone with him. He would sit on the stone and tell his stories and regardless of the laws of each town he went to, he would go unabaited.
People began to follow him in his travels. He was a quiet man who kept mostly to himself when he wasnt telling stories. The followers began to talk amongst themselves about the purpose of the stone. Was it some powerful mystery only the teller knew about? Was it the last trace of some attachment formed years ago? Was it just a stone? They asked to teller about it, but he refused to speak about it, except to say, 'I am bound to the stone, it is my curse.' Laus, the most arrogant of the group said to the others, 'Its got to be magical for him to keep it with him everywhere. Look how the villagers part on his approach and never question him. The elders tell their children to stay away from him.' The young followers muttered their agreements. 'I say he is a powerful sourceror and that stone is the key to his power.' The people cheered. Laus stood on a box above the people edging them closer to his view. 'That power can be ours, we can take it,' he cried out. A few of the followers abandoned him and wandered back home, the remaining ones were in Laus's power. They snuck into the village barn where the teller was sleeping. It was dark, but the stone was still visable in the moonlight.
It took four of them to carry it off, amazingly the old story teller didnt wake up. The followers wandered off into the moonlight of the cold night air. The teller awoke the next day to find the stone gone. He walked outside and looked around then after not seeing the stone he began to dance.
The men had carried the stone far from the tellers resting place. they stoped on a barren plain and put it down, it was then that the stone began to shake. A crack appeared on the stone, the people stepped back in fear as a bright light shone out of the stone. From the stone came forth a great monsterious beast. Fire spewed out from some of its many heads, from the others came lightning, electrocuting everything it touched. The followers screamed and ran, but the creatures arms extended accross deserts to hunt them down and cut them up. Some it devoured, some it fried, some it just took pleasure in pulling appart. Its red eyes widened with every kill, its toothy grins released blood stained drool from every mouth. When the creature had finished only one man remained. It was Laus, his hair had turned white from fear and he crouched a broken man. The creature rolled its stone over to him and whispered softly, 'You belong to me now, if you leave me I will find you and eat one of your limbs, this I will continue to do until you are nothing but a head, a living head, still able to witness my fury. You will carrry me as far as you can everyday, if you stop I will kill all but you. Now carry me.' The creature disapeared inside the stone and if it were not for the dismembered bodies scattered everywhere, you would not have believed it had happened.
On a different horizon an old man walked free, a smile on his face.

The Tale of the Island


A local holiday camp spot on the edge of a beach sat comfortably on the shore. Sarah and Eric had chosen this place for their holiday. The beach stretched for miles, and connected to the mainland by a series of rocks sat a desolate island. Sarah and Eric confined themselves to the beauty of the beach for the first day and Sarah was quite content with that, but Eric saw the island as a challenge that he must overcome. So the very next day he informed Sarah of his intention and set out to explore the island. When Eric hadn't returned by nightfall Sarah got worried and called the police. Upon questioning they asked if Sarah knew where he had gone, she answered, 'the island.' the cops looked at each other with a confused expression, 'What Islad?' they both asked. 'The one right over there,' she said and turned to look at the island, but there was nothing there save a pile of rocks being bashed about by the waves.
She wondered if she'd imagined it, could it be possible, and more importantly, where was Eric?

The Tale of the Fishermans Apprentice

The town of Grover was a fishing town, the docks were lined with trawlers and skips. Just north of the town were the scattered houses of the village Tolwin barely surviving the fishing by forcing their row boats out over the breakers to the big blue.
Merid waited on the shore for his useless apprentice to show up for work. Tak was arrogant for his age and for his abilities. He arrived smiling, Merid said nothing, he was too old to bother enforcing decency in the youth. He waited for Tak to take the left oarsmans seat then he pushed to boat out and jumped on before the sea soaked him through. They cleared the waves and rowed out till the land was nothing more than a speck on the horizon. It was there that they dropped anchor and lowered their lines. It was a lond day and they had caught nothing. They hadn't caught anything for weeks. Tak proached the subject of finding a better job, Merid had expected it, as much as he hated Tak, it would be hard to find a new apprentice. It was at that point that Tak's line started to jump. When the fish had been caught it barely fit in the boat. Tak was already bragging and boasting about the catch, Merid ignored the spoilt brat. It was then that Tak sad, 'you've been holding me back old man. I'd rule these seas if I wasnt stuck here with you.' The old man's blood began to boil, his eyes turned bloodshot red and he siezed the boy and pushed him into the sea. 'You wont be stuck with me now boy,' he shouted, but Tak couldn't hear him, he was struggling to get his head above water, but the old mans hold on him was too strong. Merid held him under until he stoped moving, then he let go and watched the boy slowely disappear into the vast depths of the deep blue sea. Merid looked at the fish, it was his now. Wouldn't the villagers be impressed with his catch, he could say the boys death was an accident, that he tried to save him, but at his age he just wasnt fast enough. He turned to stare at the speck of land that was his home. , he would go home early, too sadened by the loss of his apprentice to go on the whole day. He sat in the right oarsmans seat and reached for the oars, but he just couldnt reach them both. He looked at the empty oarsmans seat, Taks seat. Without Tak he would never see his home again, in murdering Tak, he had killed himself.