"You can’t take our country — and you can’t take our game."
Kurt Kerf2: Oh, I get it. Trudeau is the mother wolf and the #petulant Orange Goblin best not disturb her.
Peach Schnapps: See? Sports can be metaphorical. Don't fuck with Canada is the message.
K2: Got it.
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Peach Schnapps: The Orange Goblin is always a #petulant shit, but I bet he's especially so today!
Kurt Kerf2: How so?
Peach: Canada won!
K2: Is this a sportsing thing?
Peach: DON'T MESS WITH THE WOLF MOTHER!
K2: What. The. Fuck. Does that even mean?
Peach: We won! Woo!!
Kurt2 sighs.
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3/3
It felt good, sharing the stories she’d kept to herself most of her thirteen years of life. She didn’t feel shamed or embarrassed. When it was her time to “declare” she was proud to stand, holding the rock of binding and state: “Hi, my name is Mary Louise Anderson and I’m adopted too!”
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This story was inspired by a Half Baked Prompts writing concept (or idea) of “Making new friends during a camping trip.” #hbp116 #fiction #absurdist
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Mark had always found Jenny's love of animals endearing. He knew she'd try to domesticate any creature, even the possum raiding her trash. But now, regretting bringing her on this camping trip, he watched her attempt to lure a sasquatch with a grilled hotdog. #hbp116
KlaNesh: Hey!
Yrnt: Yo!
K: Been way too long, pal. Haven't seen you since the Peach Schnapps & the Poltergeists show on Cob XII
Y: Where we met while camping out next to the Royal #Reservoir of Creamed Corn! Good times.
K: I 'ear ya--that show was a-mazing!
Y: Um, I have to go now...
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It was Ian who brought the hot dogs but forgot the buns. It was Jones who brought the buns but forgot the hotdogs. It was Samantha who brought the condiments, because she anticipated hotdogs, but it was Heather who brought the chips, expecting sandwiches.
None of them started out together.
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"I'm glad we met." Ivy tossed a shovelful of leftover dirt on the ashes.
"I love that we have the same hobbies!" Jo brushed dry leaves over the upturned mulch & looked around the campsite. It was perfect.
"Toss his knife in the lake?"
Jo smiled. They were going to have such fun together. #hbp116
The lament over Cobain's death brought a collective epitaph in the universal language of Smells Like Teen Spirit lyrics. In that Amsterdam campground, heady with hash, the dirty backpackers were synthetic comrades in arms.
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I came upon a smattering of 20-somethings huddled around a bonfire during my sunset hike. No one goes camping to make new friends, so I walked briskly ahead. “Nice night,” I nodded. Their heads swiveled in unison. “Come sit.” For some reason, I did. And for some reason, I’m still here. #hbp116
"What? I made new friends during my camping trip," Cosmo said.
"That 'camping trip'," Bailey gestured with her fingers. "Was in a jungle where you learned survivalist skills!"
"Which we learned how precious life was."
"By drinking snake blood!"
"You butter bars are squeamish." #hbp116
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Their eyes meet across the campfire. There's something strange about the girl's face. When she smiles, it's like someone with only the faintest conception of where a mouth should be on a human face decided to carve a thin slit into pale wax. It's the dark playing tricks, Cecelia thinks.
Everything was fine.
The beach cookout was going great, until it was discovered that Brad forgot to bring the hot dogs.
Things were tense, and didn’t really get better when Cindy brought out the “draw straws game” to decide who was going to be dinner.
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It was so good to meet all the folks on the lake trip. I hadn’t socialized for so long. So many drinks and exotic spirits to enjoy!
Getting up to go to my tent, I sensed my body shaking.
‘I feel a bit weird,’ I mumbled.
‘Yes, you will,’ a man replied.
Then they all started chanting.
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She and her bank co-workers had finished setting up camp and were now sitting around the campfire, some singing along to the guitar music.
Her friend nudged her out of her reverie to see the man from last week waving at her as he walked towards them.
"May I?" he smiled shyly.
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Idle banter among strangers around the community campfire, new friendships being made & raucous laughter when someone wonders about there being a serial killer among us.
Heading back to my site later I laugh to myself & think the odds of there being another serial killer here is quite low.
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Hidden camping
Or so we thought
We have neighbors
Fire pit s'mores
Asked if we wanted to join
Looked friendly
Couple of dogs
Couple of children
First the kids played
Then we joined
In the welcoming
Atmosphere
Making friends
In this out of
The way place
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I love camping. Everything is fresh and alive, and spring is in the air.
Last week, I met two couples out camping, Bob and Carol, Ted and Alice. Such fun drinking and telling scary stories. The scariest was when I jumped from the shadows with my chainsaw.
How they screamed!
And screamed...
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"Packed extra socks?"
"Ugh; can't believe you're making me go to this."
"Nonsense, honey; this camping trip will be a great way to make new friends."
"What's wrong with the old ones?"
"Sweetheart, just try, okay?"
"Fine."
"That's the spirit. Don't forget to pack your sigil and cursed spear."
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Ho! What’s this? A little mouse in my bag exists. In my nest, within a tent, Where sleep tonight might be spent. Ho! What too? To join the mouse a nuzzling shrew. It’s twiddling nose seeks out some food, So from a paper cup, I choose to tip out a feast of discarded seeds and nuts. Ho! What here? My tent flap parts to a doe-faced deer. She comes in further, not so nervous And settles, folded, at my side near. Ho! What comes? A snuffling hotchin scrums. With her little piglet pods in toe, Who’s heavy heads find sleep, with gentle nods on soft sock pillows. Ho! “Now then?” I say to greet the badger from out his den. Whose friends the ferret, stoat and marten follow in, And stow inside my boots and socks, like twisted noodle brethren. Ho! What’s this? It seems like in this place, Tucked in this space, with these beasts And critters, a quiet peace exists.
Photo: A group of friends around a campfire by Lake Moogerah, Queensland in winter. Source: Kgbo, CC BY-SA 3.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0>, via Wikimedia Commons.
Concept: Making new friends during a camping trip. #hbp116
