Short stories, fictional, folk telling style. This is the first in a series of the "Birch Clump Village Readers." Emerald Rising, the lead story, is about Native American students escape from an Indian Boarding School in the 1880s. The Grocer is a Great Depression era story with a humerous twist and moral lesson. Fishing Hole begins as a boy meet girl story and dangles as a dramatic cliff hanger, 1969. Other stories are whisical teenage Baby Boomer events in the northern Great Lakes Region. Stillness is a tough and tender father and son exchange from about 1968 to a bit past the First Gulf War.
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Please leave comments. It helps. But also please dont post them at results with no story.<br> If your character isn't in the story yet, wait. They will all get in eventually.<p> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<p>   Miserable. That's the only way Sean could describe how he felt. He, and the others, trudged along following the flashlight held by Jacob. They had been walking for an hour, looking for a car that was in service, wallowing through wet trash, rats, and other things. On top of all this the rain was still coming down. Hard and fast. They could hardly see in the murky darkness. Each of them was entirely invisable. In some ways that was good. In others it was bad.<p>   "Hey watch it!" Someone in front of me called out. Sounded like Joshua. "You almost took my shoe off."<p>   "Sorry," l mumbled stepping a little to the side, and continuing the slow trudge to the store.<p>   "Numbers!" Jacob called back at us. When he says that, were supposed to call our assigned number back. That way he knew if we were all with him.<p>   "One," I called out.<p>   "Two," Joshua replied.<p>   "Three," Alex said right after.<p>   "Four," Kenneth called from the darkness behind me.<p>   "Five," Davis said dutifully.<p>   Davis was the one they were all worried about. He was the youngest with them, at thirteen, and had been barely holding himself together. They were all starving, and could only imagine how bad it was for little Davey.<p>   "Alright, l believe we are here." Jacob said with a startling suddeness. They all stopped around the glow of his flashlight, and looked up at the sign he was pointing it at. It read "Roth's Fresh Market!" In big capitol red letters. "Lets go, get outa this crap rain." Jacob continued.<p>   After finally prying the door open with a crowbar they found around bac of the store, they entered. Finally our of the rain.<p>   Every step they took sent dust spinning through the air, and everytime they lifted their shoe, their was a squelch sound of water logged New Balances.<p>   "What do we expect to find here if it's a grocery store?" Kenneth asked, peeking around in the dim glow of the near dead flashlight, "l mean, won't all the food be spoiled after the couple hundred years of sitting here?"<p>   "They stock most of he big stores, or Markets, for the games." Jacob replied, tossing something into the air at me. I caught it, barely. "Alright Sean you go look for the Canned Food area, l'm going to go into the back room and take a look around." And with that, Jacob turned and walk towords the bac of the store.<p>   l flicked the switch on the flashlight he had tossed to me and slowly looked around. This flashlight had a much better beam than the other. He could see all the bare shelves and empty produce buckets.<p>   "Alright, lets get movin' team," I said with a wave of my arm.<p> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<p> Thanks more will be at the next result.<p> ~§єЂ 拂