100 Word Challenge Week #11

As soon as I saw it I knew there was something ominous about the statue.  People called it the soul stealer; just gazing upon it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.  The legend was that a sorcerer was summoned, but his powers were so mighty that a curse was cast upon him molding him into a statue.  A feeling of dread suddenly came over me; as I quickly walked away I had the eerie feeling I was being watched.  I turned to see him looking at me with a menacing grin spread across his grotesque face, I was terrified!

I was mesmerized by the campfire as it glowed red with shades of orange. It crackled and popped like distant fireworks, and the smell of roasted marshmallows filled the air. A single flame shot up higher than the rest and glowing embers decorated the sky. The embers were swimming and dancing like a scene from a movie, as we celebrated another great day. As the cinders slowly burnt out and turned into white ash they floated effortlessly to the ground. The light of the campfire started to dwindle, and my eyes grew heavy as I drifted off to sleep with dreams of tomorrow.