Camp Zero Novels & Stories

A perfect opportunity to execute Step 3: #MakeTheSuperstarJealous. She smiled. “Sure. I’ll go.” After the call, she opened the university website and found the official announcement. She took a screenshot of the poster and stared at it for a moment, her mind already spinning with possibilities. The poster she screenshotted read: [ WEEKEND CAMP FOR GRADUATING STUDENTS “Time to Breathe. Time to Remember.” Where: Whispering Pines Eco Park When: Saturday–Sunday | 2 Days, 1 Night

“Wait—the camp?” Carolina nodded, bouncing slightly on her heels. “Yes. The self-growth one. With yoga, mindfulness, journaling, cold plunges, guided forest meditations—all of it.” Katherine gasped, covering her mouth. “The one we’ve been trying to get into for, like, three years?” Carolina raised a brow. “Babe. The one that sells out in twenty minutes every year. The one they cap at forty people max.” Katherine was speechless for a beat. “You actually got it?”

The night jogger sees in powerless Woodland Vista the visual equivalent of the local idiom “engulfed by heaven and earth” In the 53 days that Nathaniel “Nate” Policarpio has stayed (against his will) in Camp Unplugged, which is based in Woodland Vista, he experienced over ten power outages; a clear insight into the frequency of such interruptions in that backwater. Nate knows too well because he scritched a tally mark on the wall of his room for every single outage. Camp Unplugged is certainly living up to its name, over and beyond its mission of being an Internet addiction rehabilitation center.

She doesn’t bolt. She listens. And I do, too. The camp is carved into a crater in the forest floor—burned trees ring its edge like blackened ribs. There are no tents or structures—just hollowed dens, bark-walled nests, and firepits ringed in teeth. It doesn’t smell like decay. It smells like bone and smoke and survival. I walk ahead of Kael for the first time in miles. Not because I want distance. Because I need space to breathe.

In the blink of an eye, the once dreaming man laid dead in the pool of his own blood. The culprit simply walked towards the dead body and removed all the accessories and gadgets from him including all the arms he carried about. As soon as he was done.. he jumped out of the window and into the truck that was waiting for him... All that was left... Was the dead Mr Charles and an empty classroom. The girls had been... Kidnapped! The last straw... And this is where, The real story... Begins. CAGED : Survival. By Queenebunoluwa15

' She gasps excitedly, and I wrestle her for my phone back, only for us to fall off the seat, giggling. 'Hailey! Mind your own business.' I blush. All the ladies except for Carol snicker. She is sitting there glaring, with her arms crossed. We arrive at our campsite at the Dandenong Ranges. Cora has organised a large oval marquee for all of us to sleep in. It’s massive and decorated with fairy lights and has a large round rug on the ground. There are double-sized, blow-up mattresses and a low, round coffee table in the middle, and cushions scattered around the table to sit on. It has a real boho vibe. Outside the tent there are log-seats, and a bonfire is already lit in the middle.

I asked him carefully. “Yes Andy, you may. Just keep them cold. I might need a few when we get off this damned thing.” He chuckled. “Will do sir. Thank you.” I said to him and smiled. “Callie do you know where we’re supposed to go? Our teacher said we can move on without them, they’re going to take ages.” “Yeah, Camp one.” She said confused and turned to George. “You remember where right?” she asked him and handed him the gate remote.

“So, what do we do.” “They are definitely planning on going to the campground. I just got a message that they were pulling several trailers. They watched as sleeping cots being offloaded along with footlockers and 1 of the trailers looked like it was a soundproof room.” Nezerra told them. Ashur started clinching his fist. His breath was growing rapidly. His anger was building. Mason put his hand on Ashur’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

I was anxious, almost terrified there would be nothing there-----that this trip would be all for naught. It was difficult getting my parents to agree to go camping in the mountains of Colorado. We are from Delaware City people and my dad is black and my mom is white. I grew up knowing that black people didn’t camp. I know it sounds absurd. It was the excuse my dad use every time I ask “Charlie black people don’t camp.” Let's just say it took months to plead my case for this trip.

First, attendance at every activity is compulsory. Second, no student is permitted to leave the campgrounds without permission from a teacher or camp official. Third, lights out will be strictly observed each night. Anyone caught wandering after curfew will face disciplinary action. Fourth, respect your teammates, your instructors, and the environment around you. Crescent Island is a protected reserve, and we expect you to leave it exactly as you found it. Finally, remember that this camp is not about proving you're better than someone else. It's about discovering the kind of person you become when you're pushed beyond your comfort zone.