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Short Story 1: Swedish Bomb

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Nestled in a huge dip of land, in Boone, Iowa, is a tiny girl’s camp with cabins tucked into the trees called Bear Creek. Owned by the LDS church, this little piece of wilderness becomes my home away from home, five days during the summer. This collection of stories comes from the summer of 2015, and is a collage of my fondest memories from that week. Story 1: Swedish Bomb I opened the splintery wooden door of my cabin and was greeted with the shrieks of the other girls. “Somebody dropped a Swedish fish on the floor and now there’s roaches everywhere!” Skyler tells me. “I walked up the steps and saw, like, this wave of them running away from me. There’s dozens of them.” My stomach twisted, my heart thudded. I had never dealt with roaches …show more content…

“What ARE you?” With her sleeping bag, she whacked one of the roaches from her wooden slab of a mattress. It fell to the ground, much to my surprise. “You know they can fly, right?” I said. “WHAT?!” Skyler screamed. As if on cue, the pest that had been knocked from its spot on Taylor’s began frantically fluttering around the room. We all screamed like the grim reaper had come for us. I took off my shoe as the thing came at me and hurled it. It smacked the roach down with a thump. The creature left a gooey white roach-insides residue on the floor. Oh, and my shoe. After an hour in which heaven blessed us with a can of roach repellant from one of the other cabins, I crawled into bed. Imagination whirring in my head, I conjured images of cockroaches crawling in my ears. My tired body craved sleep, but my brain was in full panic mode. I was stuck in a cabin so creepy looking, if it was in a horror movie it would be the place that characters would be murdered in for sure. And now it was full of tiny monsters that wanted to come worship the Swedish fish. I slept with my blankets over my head, dreams haunted by the roach army marching to take our

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