Chapter 5
_oh georgia, how i love your weather_. but this was tennessee we were in, or at least a few miles in. either way, this weather was taking a toll on my head.
Out of Body pt. 1
Traveling deep into the thicket, away from civilization, it was now early spring in georgia. normally a time for the blooming of native flora, hakoda took this opportunity to dive further into the spiritual nexus.
Change of Paces (Chapter Two)
"g-georgia!?" \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_
A Mind's Eyes 12
The dream begins where i’m wandering through what looks like rural georgia or tennessee, with kudzu vines choking the life out of the whole landscape and what once were usable buildings.
(Spoilers) Fleabag and FANG: Dreams of War Past
[june 14th] —-- camp sanford georgia, united states of america - july 2009 dylan had never expected to find himself sitting by a trash can fire, but here he was.
The wonderful life of a college student
I've worked for a small band of grocery stores that span over the southeast part of the us starting in north carolina all the way down to the southern most parts of georgia.
Tales of the Huntsville Mayors #7- Dealing with the Guards
A couple of former fba pros on the georgia club shared some brief comments about the current leaders of the league.
My Great Big Brother- Fun in the Park: Part 1
"we live in georgia, remember? after eleven the whole state turns into an oven." "riiiiiiiiight, forgot about that," kyle said as his memory of georgia's weather patterns returned. "well, yeah sure i'll join you.
The Girl Next Door
Chase marshall is a nineteen-year-old puma living in a small, tight-knit suburban neighborhood in georgia. home from college for the summer, he finds the monotony of life disturbed when a new neighbor moves into an empty house down the street.
The Bird People
Angela had no work to do that day, watching her boyfriend work the fields, sweat pouring off of his black body on this hot day in georgia. but the heat of the sun was no match for james' hatred of the slaves, who was doing this backbreaking work.
Voodoo to You Too
Lost, and in the middle of the swamps somewhere in the god damn ass end of georgia. and it had been getting steadily darker, so by now, all she could see were the unnervingly bright shapes and elongated shadows of gnarled bare branches.
Just Another Echo Between Rest Stops (Halloween Story)
“roger that, georgia gator,” i acknowledged. “thanks for the ten-thirteen!” “breaker-one-nine, this is mormon whiskey,” called another voice. “dirty old bear, desert dreams has got a lotta pretty lot lizards.