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The Front Porch Storytellers
During reconstruction of the battle torn south, a ruthless, rugged band of northern and southern soldiers put aside their hatred for one another to come together to share their love for the art of storytelling, to form a society called “The Front Porch Storytellers”
“You southerners are nothing more than backwards sons of bitches.” Said Major Nathan Eaglecrest who is from the lower east side of New York City, with a smirk and a chuckle, he stood his ground without flinching.
Collin Isaiah Smith, a toothless private in the confederate army from Nashville, Tennessee charges him like a raging bull. “You are such a godless idiot.” Said Collin Isaiah Smith, with a single blow and a grunt, knocking the Major to the ground. Collin Isaiah Smith thrust a few punches into the Major’s abdomen. It had taken four men to pull and drag him off Major Nathan Eaglecrest who is moaning, groaning and trying to breathe as normal as he could. He stood up straight; his broad shoulders are pulled back, he smooth and hand slapped out the wrinkles on his blue uniform that he wore proudly. “I have to admit I am insensitive to the open wound of defeat that still bleeds deep. I am sorry and I beg your forgiveness Mr. Collin Isaiah Smith.” Major Nathan Eaglecrest said looking straight on at Private Collin Isaiah Smith whose facial expression was that of an angry young man who would fight anything that crosses his path. Major Eaglecrest extended his left hand as a sign of peace. Collin Isaiah Smith glared down with red blazing eyes of the devil. He turned swiftly on his heels, he walked with long strides away from the Major without voicing a word, and he waved his hands aimlessly above his head in disgust.
“Is there anyone else in this band of war misfits that share the same idiotic hatred of his northern or southern brothers as Mr. Collin Isaiah Smith? We are here to establish “The Front Porch Storytellers” where we would meet at one member’s front porch four times a month. Each member will tell stories that are uniquely original in their creation and each member will memorize it until it becomes second nature to their memory.” Robert Thomas Sheldon said who is from New Hampshire. He is one of its founding members.
“There are fourteen men in this room, seven from the south and seven from the north, evenly represented on both sides. I would like the twelve members, one at a time to approach the desk where I am sitting and each man will state his name, where he is from and why do you want to be a member of The Front Porch Storytellers?” Major Nathan Eaglecrest said. Dipping the writing implement’s nip into the inkwell, his moist blue green eyes rolled up to see the first member. “The name is Edward Edgar Warden. I am from a small town in the central New York region. I am a natural born storyteller with flair of the dramatic.” Edward Edgar Warden said with an uncanny twang in his voice.
“Welcome to the front porch storytellers Mr. Warden. Please take a seat.” Major Nathan Eaglecrest said as he wrote down Edward Edgar Warden’s name on the member’s roster. His eyes flashed up to see a tall gentleman with dead cold blue eyes that were sunken back into the sockets, his face seem war weary.
“The name is Patrick Henry Allen. I am from the state of West Virginia. I fought alongside the great Robert E. Lee against general Ulysses Grant at the battle of Gettysburg. I am also a natural born storyteller who has a knack for the humorous.” Patrick Henry Allen said snapping to attention and saluting the Major.
“Welcome to the front porch storytellers Mr. Allen and at ease soldier, the war is over, please take a seat.”
“Next please, step forward towards the desk.” Major Nathan Eaglecrest said dipping the nip into the inkwell once again.
“My name is Frederick Frances Franklin. I am from the state of Pennsylvania, the city of Philadelphia. I am natural born storyteller like everyone else in the room. I am a gambler by trade, a lover of beautiful, exotic women by instinct.” Frederick Frances Franklin said with an air of an arrogant selfish bastard.
“Welcome to the front porch storytellers. Please take a seat Mr. Franklin, by the way are you related to Benjamin Franklin?” Major Nathan Eaglecrest said with great interest in his tone of voice and body language. “Yes he is a distance cousin, that’s what I have been told by my father.” Frederick Frances Franklin said smiling proudly. The truth is told in the end Mr. Franklin.” Major Nathan Eaglecrest said smirking under his breath. His steady blue green eyes rolled up to look at Frederick Frances Franklin.
(The Present date: February _2013)
“The date of the formation of “The Front Porch Storytellers” was July 4, 1867, one hundred and forty five years ago, and that my fellow front porch storytellers, is the back story of the original front porch storytellers.” Edgar Nathan Eaglecrest said leaning back on his family’s heirloom rocking chair that creaked; his feet were firmly placed on the faded ultramarine blue painted wooden flooring of the front porch.