Starlight
Anyway, hope y'all enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it~ ^w^ the uneven, oddly rhythmic snap of the campfire's tongues lapping against the firewood carries through the thick night air, the quiet hum of crickets buzzing in my ears.
Birdsong ~ Part 4
He stumbled, and fell, and the... the campfire..." _the stink of burnt fur and charred flesh. glistening, sooty black like firewood, laced with red veins of scalded meat.
The Tower
Hundreds of campfires shining brighter and brighter behind the clouds. it wasn't long until the moon made her dance across the sky, moonlight soaking into every surface it caressed. it was a ballad he knew all too well. he'd seen it hundreds of times.
Red Skies: Part 2
Asked the conscious as it projected a simulation for the group to talk in. the surroundings turned to a grove with a small campfire in the middle of them. the three of them all had stools faced towards the campfire.
Oak in Grey Hollow - 2
Two hours later, she sat beside hollow on the ground, watching the campfire, with their backs against the steps of the cart.
Evergreens | by KitsuneJey
Kumatetsu whispered ventus and me, as we shared a morning hug inside our tent for three, before the extinguished campfire.
Dog Eat Cat World
A few white tents are scattered with campfires. feline workers walk around carrying firewood and nail sharpeners. the workers tense up, their fur getting bigger. they hiss at the canine commander, but aren holds his paw up.
And I Shall Rest
#2 of poetry you came upon the campfire by the crossroads long after sunset. it didn't look like the folk around it knew eachother, and and if anybody had any objections when you sat down, they kept em to themselves.
Jason's Nightmare - Part 2
"back to reality, we're having a campfire by the cabins and everyone is supposed to be there." the three of them made their way back to the group, raiki placing himself between jason and guren.
"The Gift", Richard's (FA) Introduction, Part 1
That was the kind of breath that filled me; it tasted like a campfire and a spring brook-- like mushrooms and the ocean-- it tasted like a field of grain and the mist in a green valley-- more than anything else, it tasted like life.
The Skinnymen of The Forest
I know how crazy it all sounds, and i know that humans are just a campfire ghost story to everyone, but they're real, brett. realer than i want them to be."
War on Tamriel: Oblivion, Chapter 1
Knowing that he would surely die if there was no fire he quickly breathed fire onto the burn-out campfire. fortunely the fire was good enough for atleast a few hours. he sat near the fire, huddled a bit but still shaking.