(I hope this story is not taken the wrong way and that it is enjoyed for it's tale and concept. The multiple comments of these critics inspired this tale. I did try to write this with an open mind but my eye's were sleepy and closing. Please feel free to constructively criticize this story and or vote the full spectrum but I warn you...it's laiden with grammar factors mainly due to the nature of this tale. Happy Halloween to all and I hope you enjoy the tale of, The Lit-Ville Halloween Trolls)
"My, the stars are bright out here," Durk exclaimed while gazing upward into the night sky. The Multitude of glistening stars sprinkled across the black veil of night. Towering dark trees surrounded the tiny group of campers. A small fire flickered in a light breeze encircled by some 'getaway for the weekend' couples.
"Go on...you're Stalling!" Diane pleaded while tugging on Durk's jacket sleeve to get his attention back to the group of waiting listeners. The slight constant sound of crickets echoed off the nearby Lake. An occasional bull frog bellowed
for a mate. Dry autumn leaves rustled lightly from the surrounding wilderness.
"Okay...okay! The Lit-Ville Halloween Trolls." Durk said smiling. Mustering up for a verbal speech, sitting cross legged and settled with his forearms resting on his legs. "You sure you want to here this?"
"Yes, come on already...geez. I've had faster surgery than some of your stories." Stan blurted. His arm was wrapped around Pricilla. She had pulled the blanket over them but, their hands were pretty busy for two people to be sitting staring into a fire and listening to camp fire tales.
"All right, there was this place, called Lit-ville. This realm was for real Creative Thinkers, Writers, Poets, Body Art, Models, Men and Women drawn by an Erotic nature..."
"Erotic? Is this a scary story?" Pricilla asked with a giggle. Her body pressed into Stan's somewhere under that blanket of blue. She nestled into Stan even more. Her ponytailed, blonde hair shimmered from the fires radiant flares. White faced, red cheeked and wide eyed, She smiled at Durk.
"Yes Erotic! Human nature dictates that Men and Women are driven by their animal urges for food, sleep, and sex." Durk blurted.
"Get on with it Prof. Jerk." Jack said while tossing a small pebble at Durk's foot. Gina was sprawled out next to him. Her arms behind her holding her up, pressing her round breasts outward while her legs shot straight out towards the fire, open. Her jeans appeared patched with splotches of sand where she had sat, next to Jack.
"Okay any way...It's a tale of Trolls one Halloween. As I was saying before when I was so pleasantly interrupted." Durk winked at Pricilla with a big smile. His mouth dropped open and his eyes got wide. Pricilla was watching him smiling back. She raised up from her nestled spot, Stan's chest. Even Stan noticed the pain stricken silent face of Durk. As if he wanted to scream but couldn't. His mouth wide open and a sliver across his face as if a tear had fallen. Durk's body was tense and ridged. His face was turning red as if he was holding his breath. Stan sat up.
"Interrupt this!" Diane said as she let go from her pinching hold she had on Durk, between his legs. A silent rumble of laughter rang out from five of the six campers. Durk was trying to maintain and recoup from her death grip she had inflicted on his man hood. Diane turned slightly away from Durk letting it be known that she assaulted him and is still angry.
"Okay, I see how you are. Your No Lit-ville Troll. You don't care who knows what you say or do." Durk said as Diane smiled at his comment. Durk reached out putting his arm around Diane and pulling her back to his side lightly. She scooted closer and settled in.
"The Trolls, Durk!" Jack spat.
"Okay, Lit-ville had Trolls. You know, like the pied piper had Rats and that guy in Ireland that drove out the snakes. Well Lit-ville had Trolls."
"What's a Troll? Are they kinda' like those gremlins or Leprechauns?" Gina asked while she sat upright. Put her hand on Jacks leg and started rubbing it lightly. Looked up at him and smiled. Jack was sitting on a very low stump. He was antsy, always anxious and never settled. Gina was chilled right now but most of the time the two were entertaining and talkative. At the moment Gina had roaming hands and Jack sat back encouraging her exploration of his body's regions.
"Well, Trolls are hard to describe. Trolls are actually normal people that transform into an Anonymous. They..." Durk answered.
"A what?" Jack blurted with a puzzled look on his face.
"An Anonymous...like Ninjas, They're there but they're not really there. You never see them but they leave destructive trails that shows that they've been there." Durk replied.
"Oh Okay," Jack settled into Gina's soothing strokes along his thigh. Her half cocked smile gave it away that she's getting 'Erotic' feelings as she curled up a bit closer. Her fingers lingered around his crotch area, toying.
"Any Way! Lit-ville has Trolls. These Creative people that gathered to share their works and creations. Exchange Ideas on literary Art, Photos, forums and Contests were stricken with Trolls. The problem seem to be worst around Halloween. Troll's love to spoil Trick or Treats."
"Photos?" Gina perked up smiling. Her hand run up the length of Jacks leg into the shadows of his silhouetted form. The dying fire's flickers allowed the darkness to swallow them up. Durk was poking at the log and turning it slightly to revive the phoenix again. Putting more sticks into its center and settling back against Diane. The camp grew lighter yet darkness hovered. The three couples huddled even closer in the cool, frisky air.
"Yes, Photos too. Freedom of expression in a forum of BDSM, gay/lesbian..." Jack nudged Gina's leg and they both snickered. "Straight, Erotic, No-Erotic, Romance, Fetish, Poetry and the list goes on." Durk took a deep breath and smiled as he felt Diane's hand run slowly between his legs. "Masturbation, Hand jobs, Blowjobs..."
"Wow, cool place this Lit-ville," Gina said with renewed interest, in something between Jacks legs. She smiled and tilted her head waiting for Durk to continue. "Zip," Gina smiled even bigger. Every one looked at Jack who was smiling and shrugged his shoulders. Jack boldly pulled his pants down a bit. Their faces, knees and hands lit up by the fires illumination but every thing else was pretty much a dark, moving shadow.
"Anyway," Durk said as he rolled his eyes. "These hideous, unhappy Trolls would come out during contests mostly. Taking little chips away from the Creative works of others. Transforming themselves into these invisible 'Anonymous' and spatting negative feedback in gibberish and jabber. Which effected many of the people at Lit-ville." Durk looked at Diane and smiled. "Pesky, exasperating vermin, ranting and raving about possessions, gram'ser and writing (Sic)." He said while poking the fire with a long stick. The flames grew as the fire was renewed. "You ever see 'Gremlins' in a frenzy?"
"Hey...Sounds like Jack on a Tequila night." Gina said as it was obvious she wanted everyone to see her hands jerking strides as Jack blasted his load. Gina's face was one big smile as her hand rapidly finished it's jerking strides. Jack tilted his head back and 'Howled' at the Moon. A light 'sizzle' sound, came from the fire. A coyote replied in the distance and everyone froze, then giggled. Jack curled up forward to stop Gina's busy hand and kissed her passionately. Grabbing her head rather roughly and mashing his lips into hers. Licking her lips, cheeks and face, wildly.
"Hummm...Get a room," Durk said under breath as he cleared his throat loudly. Diane still had the deer in the head light look at what had just happened, in front of her not so virgin eyes. Pricilla giggled and seem to be busy, herself.
"That was for Lit-ville," Gina said smiling, while licking her fingers. 'Smacking' and 'sucking' them fully. Jack put his snake away and 'zipped' back up his pants proudly.
"Gina!" Blurted Diane in disbelief of her boldness.
Gina gripped her breast tightly and swayed in her sitting position back and forth. "You want some too? Here sweetie." Gina said while she stuck her finger out towards Diane. One hand rubbed her breast fully while the other taunted Diane. Diane shook her head back and forth in a 'No' gesture. "Suit yourself." Gina said smiling then licked her fingers smiling.
"ANY Way... " Durk started. "One Halloween Lit-ville was having a Halloween contest as usual. All the Literary Art with the season theme was listed for public display. Many people from Lit-ville entered this gala and 'yep' as usual the Troll's left their mark. A moan could be seen on a post or two where they got the dreaded '1' Bomb." Durk picked up his poking stick and poked at the fire's, red center.
"A contestant named 'Wouldyoubelieve' entered the contest and laid a trap to catch the Trolls on Halloween night."
"Good for you 'Wouldyoubelieve'. What's a one bomb?" Pricilla asked cumming back to life, under the blanket. Snickering then settled back into Stan who was all ears or just looking Durk's way and really a million miles away.
"Trolls tossed these little One Bombs. Some were devastating. But generally they hindered the rate of a creation. Well, 'Wouldyoubelieve' created a piece that was riddled with Nano-bots in a script of Mega byte-me technology." Durk looked around to see if his audience was still attentive. "What that means is, 'Wouldyoubelieve didn't create Literary Art to win the contest. 'Wouldyoubelieve's creation was a trap for the Trolls. Lit-ville was festive and Halloween rolled around so 'Wouldyoubbelieve' turned on the computer and set the Nano-bots in motion and got dressed for Halloween." Durk stirred the fire a bit more.
"I know better than to ask Prof. Jerk, but what the hell is a Nano-bot?" Jack spat curiously his hand boldly on Gina's firm round breast massaging it slowly, gripping a hand full of her and toying with hard pulls, then soft rubs. Plumping his finger tips to toy with her large hard nipples.
"Microscopic robots programed to do tasks." Durk replied proudly and quickly as if he was waiting for that question.
