Goonies Chunk Confession Novels & Stories

Jordan was already there, a single shielded lantern on the table in front of him. We spread out the stolen documents. Page after page of confessions, blackmail notes, and maps of the tunnel system, ""with certain sections marked as “forbidden even to us". One map showed a chamber deeper than any we had reached – labelled simply “The Heart". Jordan’s hand found mine across the table. “We can’t do this alone anymore.” “I know,” I whispered. “But who can we trust?” Before he could answer, a floorboard creaked in the far stacks. We froze.

A Foundation Built From Trust Nagising nang maaga si Baron kaya tumambay muna siya sa sala para manood ng telebisyon habang humihigop ng mainit na kape. Mas nagiging abala sila ngayon sa trabaho dahil maliban sa palapit na ang dinner auction ay panay rin ang bitbit sa kanya ng among si Alfred sa kung saan-saan. Siya, kasama si Neo, ang paborito nitong isama sa mga appointments, kaya marami-rami na rin siyang nalalaman sa mga businesses at transactions nito. Medyo may problema lang talaga siya kay Neo dahil may kayabangan ito at masyadong madaldal. Pero tinitiis niya na lang dahil matatapos rin naman ang pagtatrabaho niya sa security agency kapag nakuha na nila ang tiara.

We couldn’t explain the whiteness of the room, so, as teens tend to, we dismissed it, and after several minutes, Fitzy grinned and said, “We should trash it.” I glanced at Bill and frowned. “You mean . . . ” “Sure. Toss the bricks out the window. Screw up their little Goth party.” He raised his eyebrows. “Think how pissed they’ll be.” I shook my head. “That’s exactly what I’m thinking.” However, this was Clifton Heights. The real world. Nothing much ever happened here. How likely was it that a bunch of Satanist/Goths would hunt us down and drag us from our homes kicking and screaming for messing up their brick pentagram?

“Mom, can you just stand up from the ground? It was not as if Kayla died; she just fainted and the doctor would soon address us about everything that happened. Mom, please just get up” Sniffling in her tears, she raised her hand while Uncle Jojo’s wife, Roseanne helped her to get up as she leaned by her side. Conan turned to look at me with a straight expression on his face. “We need to talk about a whole lot of things!” He said sternly and somehow, he had this command tone in his voice. I knew it! He believed them and to be honest, I didn’t blame him. Why would he believe the words of a stranger over the words of the people he had known all his life?

“I’m sorry, I don’t remember you. Do I know you?” His smile flickered but held. “That’s understandable. It was a long time ago. When we were kids…you probably don’t remember this, but I was walking past a construction site and a bucket fell from the scaffolding up above. You pulled me out of the way before it hit me. I will never forget it.” I searched my memory and came up empty. “I’m sorry,” I said again, meaning it. “I honestly don’t recall.” “It’s okay.” He waved off the apology with an ease that felt practiced. “I didn’t come here to make you remember. I actually came because I’d like to make a confession, if you have time.”

It was what mattered the most to me. "What a you doing?" Brother Noah blurted. "Don't do anything stupid, Elaine!?! Get Dylan back to the car, NOW!" "Wait!" I yelled before the kidnappers could bring the luggage bags away from the place. Then I removed the wireless buds from my ears and dropped them to the ground. All of them were caught by surprise after seeing those buds. Their eyes sharpened while scanning the entire place mixed with worries and fears. "Do you think the two of you can run away from killing Don Romualdo, Mrs. Nacua, and the real Ghino Frost, huh, Maureen and Bernard?" I declared without any signs of hesitation. Don't even know if Brother Noah or the cops heard the confessi

Zoe brushed things off and pulled her to the church. "Erm, slow down, I don't really know what I'm going to confess about. Can you tell me yours?" "Well, I confess for things I don't know I did wrong, for those I made to sin and the rest." Dale watched their behaviors and she could recall vividly that these men acted like poor illiterates keeping the gates known to have been speaking the gibberish language acting like idiot in front of authority but now they spoke the generally acceptable language without breaking. She also noticed that each time she and her explaining partner weren't taking, the other in the room also joined in their silence even though he kept talking. This could only mean

“You guys… don’t tell me you stole Greg’s phone?” Silence. Then, after a brief pause, Chen cleared his throat and muttered, somewhat unconvincingly, “Stole? What are you talking about? We just… happened to grab it and saw an unfamiliar number. We had to check who it was.” Dean: “…” A familiar sense of exhaustion washed over Dean. These guys—how were they getting more childish by the day? By the time he had calmed them down one by one and explained everything, it was already dinnertime.

I whispered, “You’re going to confess everything. The girl, Archie, your sins. You’re going to beg for forgiveness. Not from God. From me. And when I’m satisfied, maybe—just maybe—I’ll let you die peacefully.” I pressed the record button on my phone, the small red dot blinking like a heartbeat in the dim light of the church. Giovanni’s eyes darted from the screen to my face, his breath hitching as he realized the full extent of his predicament. The cold stone beneath him was slick with blood, a red pool that seemed to grow larger with every passing second, staining the sanctity of his precious chapel. “Start talking, Father,” I repeated, “Confess. Every sin, every filthy thing you’ve done. P

*Anna* I want to bang my head on my desk. I know that Grant had to go abruptly because his stupid cousin Carson came into his office. I heard him. But… I don’t know what to do now that I got half my confession out, and he just didn’t believe me. Poppy pokes her head in. “Are you off the phone?” “Yes,” I tell her, managing to lift my head. “I tried to tell him, but it didn’t go well. He didn’t understand me. I don’t know what to do, Poppy.”