Hash-slinging Novels & Stories

The day before our wedding, my fiance, Brandon Foster, and his girl bestie pulled out their wedding certificate at the casino. Brandon shrugged as he said, "It's just a joke—we'll be divorced tomorrow, and everyone knows that Wanda and I are strictly platonic." Wanda Stiles, however, was smiling provokingly. "Come on—they say marriage is sacred, so you guys can quit gawking already and hand us our wedding presents!" Everyone around the table laughed, with someone saying, "Alright! I own a business in the West End, and you can have it for your wedding… if you beat me at the dice game. Table rules." I didn't argue and merely sat at the table, smiling faintly as I met Brandon's frown. "The

You’ll be beggin’ on your knees for me [Song: Beggin’ On Your Knees] "Victory!" Nadine shouted and then she gave us a high-five. "Hello everyone! We are CriMeNaL, we’ve set this stage on fire! Good night!" We are backstage now because we just finished our gig. I put my drumsticks in my bag and then put them on my shoulder. The name CriMeNaL is derived from five female names. ‘Cri’ stands for Crissa, our band leader and vocalist. 'Me' stands for Melissa, obviously, it's me, I'm the drummer.

asked the troll elder making Ria gasp at his words but did not say anything more. “The trolls know exactly what their punishments will be, we don’t reward betrayal because it gives the people a chance to try again, and I will not allow that. So, I, elder Simpson sentence all the Trolls in this room to death by hanging then your bodies will be burnt and your ashes thrown away because we don’t have space in our burial site for the likes of you.” He passed his judgement.

The horse then increased its speed again and took off into the night without looking back. Once it was out of sight, the three of us stopped, collapsing to the ground. My chest heaved in pain from the sprint. “What the fuck was that?” I said, as my breathing slowly eased. Allie and I were spooked, but Mulberry was freaking out. She stood waving her hands in front of her face and whimpering. “Mulberry, it’s ok.” Allie tried to comfort her and eventually she stopped pacing, but was still crying. “It’s a dullahan,” said Mulberry. “It’s a bad omen. Seeing a dullahan and having its head look at you means someone you love or care about will die.”

“Hello, can I speak to Freedom, please?” “What’s the first fact?” asked a man at the other end. “It is a preonic and an abundant number. Its prime factorization of two-three-seven makes it the second sphenic number.” “. . . the second.” “The angle rounded to whole degrees for which a rainbow appears.” “. . . the third.” “It’s an English pop/rock music band.” “. . . and what’s the answer?” “forty-two,” JC concluded. “Ok. Is this Mr. Martin?”

he said before plunging deep and fast. I clung to the pillow in support of his every thrust. He's hitting something inside me that made me cried in pleasure. "AHHH! OHHH!" we both growled almost simultaneously. "Faster Andrei AHHH! OHH! YES!" "I will baby. OHHH!" he said while riding my p*ssy. Gradually the organism formed in my stomach again. "Hurry up OHHH! I'm close again UGHMM!" I whimper in pleasure.

I circumvented the house and strolled down the busy street, slipping my hands into the pockets of my jacket as I looked around. I was grateful that nobody followed me. Sometimes, I simply wanted to be alone. The weather was perfect that day-sunny with a few clouds. Suddenly, I had a craving for ice cream. But then, thoughts of my diet flooded my mind, and I groaned aloud. A passerby shot me a strange look as he walked by with his child, and I smiled as if I hadn't just sounded like a cow. I settled for a slushie and entered a store that conveniently had a slushie machine. The guy behind the counter gave me a disapproving look, but I pursed my lips and made myself a slushie. Being the indulge

-Anxiety- he laughed skeptically -you have no idea what it feels like to barely breathe, I seriously prefer to have my whole body slit than go through it again- -It will not happen again, it only happens once, it is the proof that you found your true partner, also I put a painkiller that will keep your wolf calm for a few hours, so take advantage and sleep but later your body will be the one that bill you. -Speaking of the bill, the bathroom arrangement is on your own- Serguei said seriously but with a touch of joke at the end of the sentence. The other two looked at the cracked slab under their hands. Cristian didn't even have the strength to laugh-

That was the second batch of candy she had messed up that day, all because she had been daydreaming, daydreaming about Him… Remembering how it was, how it had been….. She shook her head roughly, making her carefully bound hair to fly out of its constraints. She had already made a decision. No more reminiscing. She had to fix things with Forrest. “Forget about Kain” she muttered under her breath as she stalked to the huge industrial fridge stashed in the corner of her workstation and extracted the trays of complete and decorated hazelnut chocolate mounds she had finished and stashed yesterday.

The code was clear: H-U-L-L--S-P-L-I-T-T-I-N-G. C-O-L-E--D-O-W-N. L-E-O--N-O-T--B-R-E-A-T-H-I-N-G. T-H-E--I-R-O-N--K-I-N-G--I-S--A-T--T-H-E--D-O-O-R.