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In making a movie, the scenery is essential. No matter the plot, the background or scenery is what gives the characters beauty. Dark wood that surround my town are sinister enough for a Poe novel. No matter if it’s day or twilight, the chills the naked trees bring are unforgettable. Shadows are cast while our own cast make way into the scene, a campfire made by the brave survivors of the war. A fire pit was made easily, the experts doing the techniques that would make a scout swoon from it’s perfection. Gathering the supplies for the fire, the sky grew darker while few of the locals, including me, told ravishing stories about the place. As the fire, born bright, cast shadows upon the few surrounding the campsite, the camera was rolling, it’s lens to the side, showing another kind of shadow that stood among the trees.

”Hey, c’mere a sec” her father yells down the steps. She cringes and, not wanting to make him wait, crawls out of her bed and peeks around the corner of the room, looking up at her father’s smiling face, at the pole he’s holding in his hands. She knows exactly what this is about. She had heard the whispers from the night before, the conversation between this man and her sister not even a few minutes ago. All she could do now was accept it. Her father held out the pole ”Do you know what this is?”
”A pole?” She answers quietly.
”Yes, and do you know what poles are used for?”
She knew exactly what poles were used for, but she answered slowly, ”poking things?”
”Yes, what else?”
”Hitting…children?”
”Oh,” he laughed,”Yeah, that’s a good one. Now listen, I’ve been talking to your step mom, and when she comes home today, the three of us and your sister need to have a… conversation.”
A conversation… that’s the word for it. By conversation he simply meant a guilt trip and then a punishment. She knew what he meant by conversation, and she wanted to scream back, to protest because she had done nothing wrong, but instead she simply nodded, and watched as he turned, pole in hand, to go back into the living room and wait until the inevitable conversation.

I just read the Group Admins full description and I am not sure I followed the letter of the guidelines.
I like the format I saw in another group where someone posted a bit and left off leaving an invitation to others to jump in and add their bit and so on. That’s what I did below. It isn’t as if I have a mind that can only process little bits of experience, not today anyway, it was break time and the sky joined in.

I woke up to whistle blowing and sounds of traffic below. Ah, middle of the night traffic; night clubbers going home in the wee early hours of the AM. As I woke and left the apartment, I noticed the crane machines outside my buildings; the stuffed angry birds, the half-naked lady lighters, and stuffed poo prizes. They were all powered off, silent, lightless. The cranes hung lifeless without hope of a 500won coin revival. The tape across the glass screamed in red and blue caps: POLICE EVIDENCE—POLICE EVIDENCE.