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Top 9 Most Amazing Tents and Shelters Ideas for Camping
There are several different types of shelters you can buy. These can include the Marmot Limestone 4P, the North Face Sequoia, and the NEMO Wagontop 4P. If you want to stay warm while you're camping, you might consider buying one of these tents.
By John Smith3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 17
I took into careful consideration what both of my partners said . Then I replied to the both of them . “ I want to go right through the forest . An unnecessary detour now will only have us traveling through the night . I would say tonight that we find a big tree to camp in at the edge of this forest . If we go another way , we’ll lose time anyways . I say we play it patient and quiet in the tree . We can keep watch to see if anything is going on in the first place , while hiding and staying low-key . Even now let's scout the edge area and make it safe right after we talk . I'd also say we can even use some of those Sweet tree’s sap ( Similar to honey trees of our world ) . We can use the stickiness from the sap to stick leaves all over our bodies . Our very own make - shift camouflage . “
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
Times of Change Chapter 1
"In the beginning... No thats too far back. There's no reason for you to hear how the world was made. How we KNOW it was made. Everyone knows that story like the back of their hand. What you may not know is how some of the beings were made. Humanity of course was sculpted from the finest granite, with the first men and women having beautiful gems for eyes before Jennowa gave them the first breath. Then the gems turned into the eyes you see around you today." The old man took a small puff from his pipe before setting it down. His own eyes of Topaz glittering in the firelight.
By Antony Atkins3 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer - Chapter 49
A familiar song began to play throughout my room as my eyes began too slowly open. My hand came up to mute my phone's alarm before bringing it closer to take a look as I slowly woke myself up.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet3 years ago in Fiction
Oriana
Oriana One two three… go! I was on my pet squirrel in a flash and we went straight up the tree. The sound of Snookie’s claws digging into the bark of the massive red tree was my favorite sound. The sound of the tree limbs cracking on each leap, the wind in my face, and the smell of pine and cedar trees today were very pungent. It rained yesterday, the smells were vivid. The drops of rain from the leaves dropping on my head made this daily race against my best friend even harder. I looked over my shoulder looking at Suzanette on her pet monkey as they were getting closer to me. I looked past her to make sure Oriana was watching us. She loved coming into the woods with us, while giggling the whole time Suzanette and I raced. She was not in her usual hole in the trunk of the tree. I stopped Snookie with the reigns around her neck to take a look. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end when I saw the tail!
By Leslie Strom3 years ago in Fiction
The Ragamuffins
The Ragamuffins Story by Michael Carl A piercing, cold December wind blew through the trees as snow again began to fall. The heavy snow was hardly visible through the dense fog that blanketed the rolling hills of the Ardennes. The icy winds battered the bearded countenance of Gideon Wells, forcing him to turn-up the collar of his great coat to shield his face.
By Michael Carl3 years ago in Fiction
Miracle’s Curse
Mari swallowed a yawn, hiding her mouth behind a fist. She had been reading for hours. Not that the books weren't interesting—not at all—but she hadn't done much else. Leon was skimming through the next book on her list, making sure it was important enough to spend time on, while he paced the room, twirling his triton in his hand absentmindedly.
By Victoria Cage3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 16
Luckily the map never got wet. I had it in one of my delivery containers. As I explained before, it is waterproof. I placed the map in one of them because it was the safest place to be in case of danger. I walked and guided with the map as my friends kept watch. After what we'd been through, our group was on guard. Bulls Eye trailed from the back with his bow, piercing the trees and Skys with a sinister intent from his sharp eyes. John led the way as I guided him with the map. He would also shower the landscape and sky with ill intent. I chuckled and thought to myself. I'm starting to love this new team of mine.
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
Unfamiliar
Clementine watched eagerly as her mother placed more logs onto the growing pile for the evening’s bonfire. Tonight, will be the night, she just knew it. For as long as anyone could remember, witches and warlocks on their sixth year of celebrating Beltane, receive the gift of their Familiar from the forest. This year was Clementine’s turn.
By Bianca Pole3 years ago in Fiction
A Story in Progress
It is easy for a soul to be blinded by the light and think there is no darkness. The time following a tragedy seems to be both an eternity and infinitesimal. For those it does not affect, a tragedy is a sad event that becomes nothing more than a passing thought. For those within the tragedy, it becomes a permanent scar, a reminder, or something to repress. All civilizations are the same in this regard. The masses can be reminded, and sadness can be renewed temporarily. However, many will forget, and the rest will either grieve and accept the truth or grieve and deny it.
By June3 years ago in Fiction
The Rogue Dragon
I weave in and out of the crowd, shoving, dodging, nudging, all the while filling my pockets with an assortment of treasures. So far I’ve been able to “acquire” a small pouch of coppers, a carved oak owl for luck, an amethyst bracelet, a gold band, a wood pipe, some string, a rather interesting sea green rock, and a couple plums. Not a bad haul and it's barely time for dinner. I have always loved the energy and excitement of the market and it's not because it's a great place to pick pockets. There is always something exotic and rare on display from people who have come from far away countries and villages to sell their bizarre items and talents. Today the market is filled with a multitude of people all bustling to sell their newly harvested watermelons, tomatoes, varieties of squashes, sweet potatoes and baskets of large strawberries. Breeders sell their goats, pigs, and chickens of all different shades and sizes. Fabric Weavers exhibit their fine silks and patterned fabrics for customers to admire their flawless shimmer and intricate needlework. Mysterious Soothsayers shout the importance of charms, amulets and nick knacks to gain favor with the Magicae. Food vendors prepare raw cuts of meat and fish covered in a blend of spices on their griddles, the juices dripping onto the hot coals causing a delicious sizzling noise, encouraging my mouth to water. Bakers cut and package bread woven and shaped into ornate patterns.
By Julia Elizabeth 3 years ago in Fiction
Ancient Friends & New Ventures
A gentle, chilly breeze drifted between the green leaves of the trees. A shrill wail echoed throughout the woods. Lost and alone, a toddler stumbled through thick undergrowth. Tears streamed down the small girl's pale face as her short white hair and long white dress danced in the wind. Her bright green eyes darted out of sheer terror as she walked and crawled through the forest.
By Mel E. Furnish3 years ago in Fiction