Treter: Pups Hiniss
Like some happy campers or something along that line. yet both of us knew something and we were both nervous by it. with thoughts clouding our judgment and thoughts of our own.
Path of our Fate...Story version...
Where he stood looked to be the wastes of a camper's site.
Never lose hope part 2
He found a log that was lying on the grass probably left by campers and grabbed it. then, he placed it in front of where my father and i were standing and adjusted the camera's angle. he set his delay timer, pressed the button and ran to join us.
Something More
Add all that to what i'd been thinking about all day long, and i was not a happy camper. i laughed a bit at my own unspoken joke, not caring that it wasn't very funny.
Chapter 1: What Gets Left Behind
The only thing that was really waiting for me back home was a tiny camper that would probably fit easily into one of the smaller bedrooms. besides family, what was really waiting back home?
Winged Horror part 2
Lizzy bound on her long, strong rabbit legs, dipping her slender, sleek knife into the backs of the orc campers as she ducked in and out of the reach of their stained, notched weapons, graceful as always.
Found Forgotten, 1: Prologue
It wasn't long before they were reportedly flashing small, furtive smiles and friendly nods at stunned hikers and campers (and at the occasional bigfoot hunter too).
Dog Days
I’d spend the days with the campers hunting off site, but on weekends, in between camps, we would have the whole place to ourselves. and it was those two days ross and i looked forward to most.
Winged horror Part 4
“and the rabbit here was reported to have assaulted nomadic campers.” the beret tipped as the orc tilted its large, green head. “that’s ridiculous!” lizzy exploded, “_they_ attacked _us_!”
Blood on Ice - Chapter Eight
We stayed clear of the fire and the other campers, having limited space to play in but within a few minutes that space was invaded by one of the guards.
Heal The Wound
You say as you dump the good logs you found into a pile and set up the campers stove on a boulder \>"you’re dating an amputee maned wolf, take pleasure in stupid things like throwing rocks at the moon and yelling "fuck off space egg" and you drink and only
Arista
I thought about it, suddenly remembering a technique campers used. "wait, i know..." my voice trailed off as i mentally rejected the idea. "what?" she asked. "never mind. just a passing thought." she sat on the edge of the cot.