He came back! I was practically crying, so happy was I to see beautiful, soaking wet Lucas. He drew his face down to me so I could wrap my arms around his neck. Using all his weight, he managed to stand firmly in place. This allowed me to grab on to him, and slowly… Continue reading
Lucas walked purposely thorough the brush, about 20 feet ahead. It was pitch dark and ridiculously late, and I could barely make out his outline in the dim moonlight. Luckily, he moved neither too fast, nor too slow. Rather, his pace was measured and deliberate, so as to give yours truly a chance to catch up. After all, I didn’t know these woods as well as he and I certainly wasn’t as attuned to my surroundings. Continue reading
Part 3 of Camp Life (Warning: Explicit Language) All points lead to hell and there’s no escape, that’s for sure. And it’s especially true of my time at Camp Prison-Shit, because, dammit, we were in wild country, where anything can … Continue reading
Monica's Tangled Web 