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Camp Guna Gitchee

“Well, what about me?” I howled.

Mom just looked at me. “We’re working on it, Evan. We’ll come up with someplace for you.”

Mom had just told me and my big sister Erika that she and my Dad were planning a trip in a few weeks. They were going to some resort up in Michigan ...

SUNDAY

We were in the car, driving to camp. Mom and Dad were in the front seat, Erika and I in the back. I was sitting there, trying to concentrate on my Game Boy. Erika had started concentrating on me. She was poking my leg with her finger and laughing. Since I was wearing shorts, I could feel ...

Monday

I opened my eyes and took a minute to realize where I was. I was laying in a cabin at a camp—a girls’ camp. I began to remember yesterday—the feeling of being dumped by Erika, then meeting Holly in the dining room, then the humiliation with Erika’s friends and my shirt. Then finally the ...

Tuesday

I opened my eyes. This time it only took me a few minutes to remember that I was at camp. I looked around the room of my cabin and took in the fake log walls, the bunk bed, and the window, with sunlight streaming in. Time to get up, I thought.

I got out of bed. As I did, I felt my pajama ...

Wednesday

I woke up Wednesday morning. I gathered in my impressions. I was lying on the top bunk. I heard rain hitting the roof of the cabin. And I was cold!

I looked down at my pajamas. The top buttons were entirely unbuttoned and pushed to the side, exposing my bare chest and belly. My bottoms ...

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This story was an incredible find, with great content and format. The descriptions of how Maggie fondles Alex are really well written. And story suggestions are in consideration? Superb.

These suggestions and ideas are a mix of immediate implementations and later additions once the story has ...

Thursday Morning


I woke up shivering. I was in the Prophet’s Cave, and I was cold and damp. I was still wearing my clothes from last night. They were soaked, from morning dampness, from the damp ground from yesterday’s rain, from my own cold perspiration—I didn’t know or care.

I lay there, my ...

I absolutely have to thank Lola for this whole story idea. She has been my Muse. It was she who suggested the setting at a girls' camp, the creepy matron, the chase through the woods, the ominous song (although I kept her guessing which song I'd use), and even the lasso and the crucifixion!

Lola ...

Thursday Afternoon

That’s what these girls were doing to me! They were getting ready to crucify me! They were tying my hands and feet to this wooden cross! And they were laughing and joking as they did it!

I saw Carla come up with a couple of wooden dowels, about an inch and a half thick. She ...